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Plavs  and  Pageants  of  Democracy 

Copyright   IQIO,  by  Harper  &  Brothers 

Printed  in  the  United  States  of  America 

Published  August,  1919 


r/v  uo 
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TAzj  ^00^  w  gratefully  dedicated 

to 
EMMA  L.  JOHNSTON 

Principal  of  the  Brooklyn  Training  School  for  Teachers, 
whose  encouragement  of  the  drama  as  an  expression  of 
patriotism  was  the  inspiration  oj  these  plays.  ' 


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CONTENTS 


PAGE 


I.    The  Vision  of  Columbus — A  pageant-play  of 

democracy i 

II.    At   the   Gate    of   Peace — A    pageant-play  of 

peace  and  service 3^ 

III.  The    Golden    Star — A     pageant-play    of  vic- 

tory with  honor 43 

IV.  The    Highway   of  the  King — A  pageant-play 

of  the  rise  of  the  common  man,  in  four  episodes       63 
V.    The  Conversion  of  Mrs.  Slacker — A  patriotic 

play 103 

VI.    Hardships  at  Valley  Forge — A  patriotic  play     121 


INTRODUCTORY  NOTE 

Dear  Young  Friends: 

The  great  World  War  is  over,  and  again  de- 
mocracy is  victorious  over  autocracy.  We  are 
anxious  not  only  for  a  lasting  peace,  but  also  for 
a  lasting  victory.  This  can  be  assured  only  by 
keeping  alive  in  the  hearts  of  the  people  the  great 
lessons  which  the  war  has  taught;  and  undoubt- 
edly one  of  the  greatest  of  these  lessons  is  the 
meaning  and  value  of  democracy. 

There  are  many  ways  in  which  this  may  be 
kept  before  our  eyes;  but  perhaps  no  agency 
reaches  so  many  people  as  does  the  drama.  All 
through  the  war  the  drama,  in  all  its  branches, 
played  a  large  and  very  important  part  in  keep- 
ing before  the  public  the  ideals  for  which  we  were 
fighting;  and  in  the  difficult  period  just  ahead 
the  drama  will  still  have  an  important  part  to 
play.  By  drama  I  mean  not  only  Broadway  and 
the  ** movies,"  but  also  pageantry  and  amateur 
drama,  which  arouse  so  keen  an  interest,  because 
the  people  themselves  take  part. 

The  plays  and  pageants  in  this  volume  were 
all  written  either  during  the  war  or  immediately 


INTRODUCTORY  NOTE 

at  its  close.  Several  of  them  have  already  been 
given  in  various  parts  of  the  United  States, 
usually  in  rallies  for  war  purposes.  The  pageant- 
plays  have  been  revised  so  as  to  suit  all  patriotic 
occasions;  the  shorter  plays  will  show,  as  long  as 
the  book  lives,  one  way  in  which  children  and 
young  people  helped  to  keep  up  the  national  spirit 
in  the  great  crisis. 

That  such  plays  are  still  needed  we  know  from 
the  many  demands  that  come  to  The  Brooklyn 
Training  School  for  Teachers  and  to  other  institu- 
tions for  material  and  suggestions  for  such  activi- 
ties. Indeed,  patriotic  plays  will  always  be  needed, 
just  as  patriotic  songs  are  always  needed,  each 
acting  as  a  fountain,  which,  while  it  refreshes  the 
wayfarer,  at  the  same  time  keeps  itself  refreshed. 

The  volume  of  morality  plays,  called  *' Plays 
for  Anychild,"  was  written  for  young  people  from 
eight  to  eighteen  years  of  age;  these  plays  are 
for  young  people  from  nine  to  ninety  years  of  age. 
If  the  allegorical  characters  (such  as  Democracy, 
Mankind,  The  Golden  Star,  and  Civilization) 
seem  to  you  very  real,  then  you  are  a  '* young 
person,"  and  we  shall  allow  you  to  take  part  in 
one  of  the  plays.  If  you  cannot  think  of  these 
characters  as  real,  then  you  are  an  "elderly  per- 
son," and  we  shall  allow  you  to  be  one  of  the 
audience,  until,  by  our  good  acting,  we  make  you 
young  again. 


INTRODUCTORY  NOTE 

A  pageant-play  is  for  the  eye,  the  ear,  the  mind, 
and  the  soul.  Hence  we  must  strive  for  beauty 
of  color,  movement,  and  grouping,  appropriate 
and  artistic  music,  earnest  and  intelligent  acting, 
and  deep  patriotic  feeling.  When  we  have  these, 
we  shall  not  only  give  an  inspiring  play,  but  also 
accomplish  something  for  our  great  country. 

Remember,  the  success  of  the  play  depends  upon 
every  actor,  from  the  greatest  character  down  to 
the  tiniest  dancer. 

**Act  well  your  part;   there  all  the  honor  lies." 

Your  sincere  friend, 

F.  Ursula  Payne, 

Model  Teacher,  Brooklyn  Training  School 
for  Teachers. 


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consecrated    to    the   service 

of    God    above,    through    the 

service  of  man  on  this  earths 


THEODORE  ROOSEVELT 


THE  VISION  OF  COLUMBUS 

A   PAGEANT   OF   DEMOCRACY 

{Suitable  for  a  patriotic  celebration^  graduation 
entertainment^  or  outdoor  -performance) 


CHARACTERS  AND  COSTUMES' 


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Columbus. — Dark  suit  with  bloomers;  cape;  ruffles;  chains  on  wrists; 

velvet  hat  with  plume.     {Copy   pictures   in  text-book  on  history.) 
Officer. — Somewhat  like  Columbusy  but  plainer. 
Spanish  Noble. — Rich  costume  similar  to  that  of  Columbus. 
Democracy. — Flowing  robe,  pale  green;  silver  star  over  forehead. 
Autocracy. — Regal  costume.     Purple  cape  trimmed  in  ermine;  crown 

of  gold.     {Manner  very  haughty.) 
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f    Centuries. — White  robes  with  yellow  draperies;  yel- 

_  \  low  bands  on  hair.     Name  on  yellow  band  over 

Eighteenth  /  ,     ,, 

_^  I  shoulder. 

Nineteenth  V 

Twentieth      f 

Germania. — Armor;   helmet;   sword.     {Copy  pictures.) 

German  Soldiers. — Capes,  helmets;  etc.     {Copy  pictures.) 

Belgian  Citizens. — Peasant  costumes.     Many  torn  and  in  disorder. 

Belgium. — Black  robe;    Belgian  flag. 

France. — White  robe  draped  with  French  flag.     Liberty  cap;   sword. 

French  Soldiers. — Blv.-e-and-red  uniforms. 

French  People. — Peasant  costumes;   caps;   aprons;   etc. 

Britannia. — Helmet;   white  robe  draped  with  Union  Jack;   sword. 

English  People. — Dress  of  mill  hands,  etc. 

Soldiers. — {Copy  pictures  of  English  soldiers.) 

Russia. — White  robe  draped  with  Russian  flag;   crown. 

Russian  People. — Fur  coats;    caps  and  gloves.     High  boots. 

Italia. — White  robe  draped  with  Italian  flag;   Italian  head-dress. 

Italian  People. — Costume  of  Italian  peasants.     Women  wear  square 

head-dress. 
Messenger. — Costume  imitating  "Mercury";    winged  hat,  etc. 
United  States. — White  satin  robe;  crown  with  rays  {Statue  of  Liberty). 

Draped  with   United  States  flag  and  carrying  a  sword.     {Very 

imposing.) 
Soldiers  and  Sailors. — {Copy  United  States  uniform) 
American  People. — Dress  of  different  occupations:  Red  Cross  nurses; 

Farmers;    Boys  carrying  Liberty  Bond  banners;   Girls  with  food' 

conservation  signs,  dried  fruits,  etc.;   Other  workers. 

The  Allies. — White  robes;   each  wearing  the  flag  of  her  nation. 

Victory. — White   or   gold  robe;    gold,   winged   head-dress.     Carries 

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PROLOGUE 

Columbus,  though  to  Spain  success  he  brought, 
Without  the  riches  she  so  vainly  sought. 
Soon  felt  the  base  ingratitude  of  kings, 
Which  dark  despair  to  true  endeavor  brings. 
But  God  sends  dreams  unto  the  truly  great 
To  show  them  scenes  beyond  their  earthly  fate; 
So  to  Columbus,  in  his  prison  cell. 
Perhaps  a  vision  came, — Ah,  who  can  tell? 
Perhaps  he  saw  the  centuries  unfold,  ' 

And  j^ear  by  year  their  great  achievements  told; 
Perhaps  he  learned  the  joy  of  joys  to  see, 
As  to  mankind  there  came  Democracy; 
Perhaps  he  saw  Autocracy  give  way, 
And  felt  the  sunshine  of  a  brighter  day; 
Perhaps  he  saw  our  great  republic  stand 
The  mighty  bulwark  of  this  western  strand. 
Then  to  his  soul  perhaps  some  solace  came 
To  comfort  him  for  loss  of  earthly  fame. 
Come  now,  and  with  Columbus  w^e  shall  see 
The  upward  struggle  of  Democracy. 


THE  VISION  OF  COLUMBUS 
A  Pageant  of  Democracy 

{Curtain  down) 

Scene. — In  front  of  curtain.  A  ^perfectly  "plain 
space,  with  rough  he^ich  at  left.  Sad  music. 
[Enter  Officer,  right,  conducting 
Christopher  Columbus,  and  fol- 
lowed by  a  Spanish  Noble.  Co- 
lumbus has  chains  connecting  his 
wrists.  Officer  roughly  motions  to 
Columbus  to  sit  on  bench.] 
Spanish  Noble  [scornfully]. 

Where  now,  Columbus,  is  thy  boasted  gain, 
Thy  wealth  of  Indies  from  the  western  main.? 
See  now,  the  chains  there  hanging  to  thy  wrist 
Proclaim  the  dungeon  that  thou  wouldst  resist. 
Columbus  [with  dignity]. 

I  boasted  not  of  riches  great  and  grand. 
1  found  what  I  proclaimed, — a  western  strand! 
Thou  darest  not  brave  the  mighty  deep  with  me, 
Yet  I  have  found  the  secrets  of  the  sea. 

[5] 


PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Spanish  Noble. 

Expect  us  not  these  boastings  to  believe; 

Such  stones  can  no  Spaniard  now  deceive. 

We  look  for  spices,  silks,  for  jewels,  gold; 

Great  honor  thine  if  we  could  these  behold. 

Talk    not    of   land,   of   palm-trees    birds    and 
flowers; 

They  are  but  idle  tales  for  idle  hours. 

Farewell;  thou  soon  shalt  go  to  meet  thy  fate; 

In  prison  thou  shalt  live,  thy  doom  to  wait. 
[Exit  Noble  and  Officer,  right.] 
Columbus  [sighing]. 

So  this  is  my  reward  for  years  of  toil, 

For  proving  to  the  world  a  western  soil! 

A  court  ungrateful  turns  in  scorn  away, 

And  treats  with  roughness  my  declining  day! 

I  weary  now  of  men,  and  long  for  sleep. 

My  soul  finds^freedom  in  my  slumber  deep. 

May  Heaven  now  send  some  vision  unto  me. 

And  give  me  hope,  I  waking  cannot  see! 
[He  falls  asleep.] 


THE  VISION 

« 

[Soft  music.     Enter  Democracy,  left. 
She   walks   cautiously   toward  right, 
looking    behind    occasionally^    as    if 
dreading  something.] 
[6] 


I  THE  VISION  OF  COLUMBUS 

Democracy  [at  center]. 
Alas,  where  can  Democracy  now  live? 
My  blessings  to  mankind  I  fain  would  give. 
Yet  nowhere  will  a  nation  welcome  me; 
On  every  side  a  monarch's  power  I  see! 
Within  my  heart  there  is  a  yearning  deep 
For  those  who  'neath  a  tyrant's  yoke  must 

weep, — 
The  serf,  who  dares  no  voice  of  protest  raise; 
The  peasant,  who  untutored  spends  his  days; 
The    workman    who    must    labor,    morn    and 

night, 
To  serve  the  king  or  noble  in  his  might. 
I  seek  that  day  when  all  men  shall  be  free. 
Oh,  when  will  Heaven  that  joy  bestow  on  me.^^ 
[Triumphant  music.     Enter  Autoc- 
racy, right.] 
Democracy  [shrinking  hack]. 
It  is  Autocracy!     I  long  to  flee! 
In  this  dread  presence  there's  no  room  for  me! 
Autocracy, 
Thou  speakest  true,  vain  upstart!     Keep  thy 

place! 
Thy  hated  presence  doth  my  path  disgrace. 
Dost  thou  not  know  how  strong  and  firm  I 

stand. 
Courted  and  feted  upon  every  hand? 
Whene'er  I  speak,  let  common  people  quail. 
Firmly  intrenched,  my  power  cannot  fail. 

[7] 


PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Democracy. 

Dost  thou  not  hear  the  peasant^s  weary  cry? 
Autocracy. 

'Tis  vulgar,  and  in  scorn  I  pass  it  by! 
Democracy. 

Alas,  then,   must  Democracy  expire? 
Autocracy. 

I  care  not,  for  of  common  folk  I  tire. 

'Tis  thus  Autocracy  will  always  shine, 

Held  by  a  power  which  truly  is  divine. 
Democracy. 

Divine?     Does  God  indeed  the  king  uphold? 

Nay,  'tis  the  humble  whom  His  arms  enfold! 
Autocracy. 

The  poor  man  is  a  beast  with  little  thought. 

Born  but  to  serve  his  betters,  as  he  ought. 

[Music.       Enter    Fifteenth    Cen- 
tury, right.] 
Fifteenth  CentupvY. 

Democrac}^  hast  thou  not  seen  a  sign? 
Democracy. 

Nay,  Fifteenth  Centur}^,  my  hopes  decline. 

What  hast  thou  brought  save  tyranny  secure, 

And  selfish  greed  no  freeman  can  endure? 
Fifteenth  Century  [indicating  Columbus]. 

Hast  thou  not  seen  Columbus,  my  dear  son? 

Hast  thou  not  noted  what  his  zeal  hath  done? 

'Tis  he  went  forth  upon  that  dang'rous  quest 

To  find  the  eastern  lands  by  sailing  west. 

[8] 


THE  VISION  OF  COLUMBUS 

Democracy  [noticing  Columbus]. 

How  does  this  make  the  common  people  free? 
How  does  this  strengthen  poor  Democracy? 
Fifteenth  Century. 

Be  patient.     All  these  things  thou  soon  shalt 

know; 
In  other  centuries  thy  pow'r  shall  grow. 
But  I  must  leave,  for  I  have  run  my  race; 
The  Sixteenth  Centur}^  comes  on  apace. 
[Exity  left.] 
Autocracy. 

How  ignorant  such  foolish  words  to  say! 
Democracy. 

Yet  she  hath  cheered  me  with  a  hopeful  ra}^ 

[Music.  Enter  Sixteenth  Century, 
right.  I 
Ah!    Sixteenth  Century!    What  bringest  thou? 
Sixteenth  Century. 

Alas!     Thou  canst  not  look  for  favor  now. 

[Autocracy  looks  triu7nphant,] 
But  in  my  years  convincing  proof  will  be 
Of  a  new  western  land  beyond  the  sea. 
'Tis  as  a  seer  that  here  I  now  declare 
Democracy  will  find  a  champion  there. 
Democracy. 

I    thank    thee    for    the    message    thou    hast 
brought. 
Sixteenth  Century. 

But  future  years  are  still  with  danger  fraught. 

[9] 


PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Yet  for  thy  labors  better  times  I  see 
When  other  centuries  shall  follow  me. 
[Exit,  left.] 

Autocracy  [sarcastically]. 

Thus  must  thou  linger  still  on  distant  hope. 

Democracy. 

Yet  'tis  not  in  the  gloom  that  I  must  grope. 
[Music,     Enter  Seventeenth  Cen- 
tury, right.] 
The  Seventeenth  Century  comes.  Speak!  Speak! 
What  cheer? 

Seventeenth  Century. 
Democracy,  I'm  bringing  comfort  here! 
Within  my  years  the  people,  long  oppressed, 
Will  seek  the  v^estern  shore  for  peace  and  rest. 
There  they  will  carry,  far  from  monarch's  throne, 
The  institutions  that  they  long  have  known. 
There  will  spring  up,  by  prejudice  unbound. 
Religious  freedom,  constitutions  sound; 
And  there  the  people  will  their  voices  raise 
Far  from  the  monarchies  of  olden  days. 

Democracy. 

If  this  be  true,  then  some  day  I  may  see 
The  people  free  from  old  heredity! 

Autocracy. 

Speak  not  so  fast;  let  reason  show  to  you 
The  vanity  of  all  you  say  and  do. 
A  constitution  is  a  foolish  thing — 
A  scrap  of  paper  to  a  royal  king! 

[10] 


THE  VISION  OF  COLUMBUS 

If  there  be  planted  on  that  western  strand 
The  institutions  of  the  older  land, 
Then  shall  Autocracy  still  rule  the  day, 
For  colonies  like  these  extend  my  sway! 
Seventeenth  Century. 

Autocracy  can  never  understand! 
New  customs  spring  upon  that  western  land. 
A  freer  air  the  people  there  will  breathe 
And  to  their  children  newer  thoughts  bequeath. 
Farewell;  see  what  the  centuries  will  bring 
To  prove  the  truth  of  what  Fm  heralding. 
[Exit,  left.] 
Democracy. 

She's  gone!    But  now  a  greater  courage  comes. 
Autocracy. 

Wait  till  you  meet  my  swords  and  fire  and 
drums. 

[Music.    Enter   Eighteenth   Cen- 
tury, right.] 
Eighteenth  Century. 

Democracy!     Know  what  I  bring  to  thee! 
What  dreamer  could  have  thought  such  things 

could  be.^ 
Within  my  years  the  children  of  the  west 
Shall  e'en  defy  the  monarch's  proud  behest. 
In  independence  they  shall  proudly  rise 
To  break  the  shackles  which  thou  dost  despise; 
And  bidding  long  farewell  to  tyrant's  sway, 
A  new  republic  now  shall  see  the  day! 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

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Democracy. 

What     new     republic?      Speak!      Impatience 
waits ! 
Eighteenth  Century. 

The  sponsors  call  it  The  United  States! 
Democracy. 

United  States?     Ah!     Something  says  to  me 

That  this  will  be  the  cradle  of  the  free! 
Autocracy  [ajigrily]. 

What's    this?      A    new     republic!      But    who 
cares  ? 

An  upstart  nation  which  no  project  dares! 

What  can  she  do  the  older  world  to  move 

That  men  her  silly  ventures  may  approve? 
Eighteenth  Century. 

My  news  is  not  yet  spent,  Autocracy. 

This  freedom  spreads  to  lands  across  the  sea. 

Lo!     France  arises  in  her  hoarded  might, 

O'erthrows    a    king — and    speaks   the    people's 
right ! 
Autocracy. 

How  dare  she?     France  is  mine  by  old  decree! 
Eighteenth  Century. 

Now  she  belongs  unto  Democracy! 
Democracy. 

'Tis   Heaven   that   sends   it,   so  to  Heaven   be 
praise! 

The  Eighteenth  Century  brings  J03TUI  days! 
[Exit  Eighteenth  Century,  left.] 
[12] 


THE  VISION  OF  COLUMBUS 

Autocracy. 

Autocracy  again  will  4iave  her  own! 
Republics  from  no  steady  root  have  grown. 

[Mtisic.     Enter   Nineteenth    Cen- 
tury, right.] 
Nineteenth  Century. 

What  dost  thou  say?    Then  thou  must  change 

thy  mind. 
The  Nineteenth  Century  thy  place  will  find. 
Democracy. 

Then  thou  will  help  me,  Nineteenth  Century.? 
Nineteenth  Century. 

Aye,  that  I  will.     My  comforts  thou  shalt  see. 
Within  my  3xars  I'll  banish  slavery! 
Autocracy  [stamping  foot]. 

I  need  the  slaves  to  carry  out  my  will! 
Nineteenth  Century. 

But  to  Democracy  they  bring  great  ill. 
I  have  a  sacred  son,  who  Hves  to  see 
That  for  the  people  government  shall  be. 
Democracy  [gladly]. 

Then,  noble  century,  I  am  o'erjoyed! 
Thy  years  for  goodly  causes  are  employed. 
Nineteenth  Century. 

This  is  not  all;    another  help  I  hold. 
The  freedom  of  poor  Cuba  is  not  told. 
When    she    is    freed,    the    foreign    monarch's 

reign 
Is  almost  banished  o'er  the  western  main. 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Democracy. 

Again  I  thank  thee.     Wonders  thou  hast  done! 
Nineteenth  Century. 

When    I    am    gone,   there    breaks    a   brighter 
sun. 
Autocracy. 

Where  vulgar  people  meet,  too  long  I  stay. 
Think  not  to  daunt  me,  for  I  know  my  way. 
I  still  have  friends  both  powerful  and  strong; 
Among  the  mighty  is  where  I  belong. 
I  go  where  I  am  worshiped,  but  beware! 
Democracy's  defeat  I  now  prepare! 

[Exit  Autocracy,  behind  curtain.] 
Democracy  [sitting]. 

She  goes  to  do  some  ill,  I  know  not  what. 
Nineteenth  Century. 

Be  steady!    Thou  art  right,  so  fear  her  not! 
Prepare,  though,  for  a  storm  that  soon  shall 

be— 
The  portents  of  a  struggle  I  can  see. 
[Exit,  left.] 
Democracy  [rising]. 

What  can  she  mean?     Breathes  there  in  these 

bright  days 
A  soul  where  tyranny  still  proudly  stays? 

[Music.    E7iter    Twentieth    Cen- 
tury, right.] 
But  lo!     Here  comes  the  Twentieth  Century! 
In  her  no  trace  of  tyranny  I  see. 

[14] 


THE  VISION  OF  COLUMBUS 

Twentieth  Century. 

A  greeting,  now,  Democracy,  Good  Cheer! 

With  me  the  hopes  of  lasting  peace  appear. 

A  conference  of  nations  I  have  planned, 

Which  proud  Autocracy  cannot  withstand. 

The  Hague  Tribunal  meets  across  the  sea- 

A  congress  of  the  nations  now  shall  be. 

There  shall  all  differences  be  fairly  tried; 

No  haughty  nation  there  shall  rule  in  pride. 

The  smaller  countries  so  can  long  endure 

By  their  strong  neighbors  shielded  and  secure. 

A  promise  now  is  stronger  than  a  sword, 

And  honor  the  protection  we  afford. 

[A  loud  hurst  of  guns  is  heard  behind 
curtain,  followed  by  pitiful  wailing. 
Democracy  and  Twentieth  Cen- 
tury draw  back  right  and  left  of  cur- 
tain, both  much  alarmed.  Belgian 
music,  mingled  with  sound  of  guns 
and  wailing.  Organ  and  piano.] 
Democracy  [fearfully]. 

What  means  this  tumult?    Will  it  never  cease? 
Twentieth  Century. 

Nay!    Nay!    'Tis  some  mistake!    There'll  soon 
be  peace. 

[Curtain  rises,  disclosing  tableau  of 
German  I A  ordering  her  soldiers  to  the 
crushing  of  Belgium.  Germania 
stands  at  back,  center^  sword  in  hand, 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Belgium  stands,  defiant.,  at  right, 
facing  Germania  and  protecting,  he- 
hind  her,  women  and  childre^i  zvho?7i 
the  German  Soldiers  are  pnrsuiiig. 
Women  are  shielding  children  from 
Germans.  Toward  front  of  stage  one 
child  lies  dead.  In  front  of  Germania 
is  a  dead  woman.  The  Belgians  are 
terrified.  After  a  fause  during  which 
music  plays,  Autocracy  steps  from 
behind  Germania.  Democracy 
draws  hack  in  amazement.] 
Democracy  and  Twentieth  Century. 

Autocracy ! 

[Twentieth  Century  hides  face.] 
Autocracy. 

Think  not,  in  this  old  world  to  put  me  down. 

Autocracy  shall  never  lose  her  crown. 

While  tyrant's  heart  beats  in  a  monarch's  breast 

There  will  I  ever  speed  at  his  behest. 

I  feed  on  human  misery  and  shame. 

Democracy  is  here  a  hated  name. 

The  people  must  not  monarch's  privilege  share, 

So  for  thy  death.  Democracy,  prepare! 
Democracy. 

Autocracy,  I  here  defy  thy  word! 

A  note  of  courage  in  the  strife  I've  heard! 

See'st  thou  not  Belgium  ?    Does  she  basely  cower  ? 

Nay,  she  is  brave  to  meet  this  awful  hour! 

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Autocracy. 

But  see  Germania,  mighty,  great,  and  strong — 
Her  forces  and  her  wealth  to  me  belong! 
All  her  resources  move  to  my  command — 
And  to  defend  me  all  her  armies  stand. 
Democracy. 

To  persecute  weak  Belgium  is  not  right! 
Autocracy  [advancing  to  front]. 

Thou    dost    not    know    that    right    is    merely 
might. 

[Curtain  descends.] 
Democracy.  _ 

The  nations  will  not  wait  to  see  such  deeds. 
Autocracy  [proudly]. 

The  force  of  arms  no  other  sanction  needs. 
Democracy. 

Dost  thou  persist  in  this  unrighteous  thing? 
Autocracy. 

Yes  —  till    the    whole    world    to    my    feet    I 

bring. 
The  Twentieth  Century  soon  shall  plainly  see 
This  earth  a  vassal  of  Autocracy! 

[Moves  over  toward  Twentieth  Cen- 
tury, who  stands  right.    Organ  music. 
Democracy,  seated,  weeps.    Twen- 
tieth Century  crosses  to  her.] 
Twentieth  Century. 

Nay!     Nay!     Look  up,  my  sweet  Democrac}^! 
Remember,  I  am  young!     Depend  on  me! 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF^DEMOCRACY 

Democracy  [sighing]. 

What  canst  thou  do?     Germanla  is  strong, 

And  to  Autocracy  her  powers  belong. 
Twentieth  Century. 

But  will  the  great  and  noble  nations  turn, 

And  sufF'ring  Belgium  now  basely  spurn? 

[Music — ''Marseillaise."  At  first  dis- 
tant, hut  growing  louder  and  louder. 
Enter  France  from  behind  curtain. 
Autocracy  draws  hack,  right,  afraid.] 
Democracy  [joyfully]. 

'Tis  France!     Beloved  France,  my  noble  friend! 

For  me  she  now  her  gallant  sons  will  lend! 

[France  sings,  in  French  or  English, 
one  stanza  of  ''Marseillaise.''  Cur- 
tain rises,  disclosing  French  tableau . 
Soldiers  are  bidding  farewell  to  peas- 
ants. One  woman  carries  a  baby. 
Another  is  pinning  a  flower  on  sol- 
dier s  coat,  etc.] 
France. 

[Entering  tableau,  and  taking  her  place 
at  rear.  As  she  speaks,  soldiers  line 
up  in  two  lines,  a7id  salute.] 

Aye!     Never  fear,  for  France  is  tried  and  true. 

Democracy,  thy  foes  she  will  pursue. 

Endurance  is  her  watchword.     Thou  shalt  see; 

Through  fire  and  death  her  sons  will  fight  foi  thee ! 
[Curtain  descends.] 

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Autocracy  [angrily]. 

What!    France  again!    She's  ever  in  my  way. 
ril  have  her  yet  held  firmly  'neath  my  sway! 
Democracy. 
Nay!    Thou  shalt  not,  for  through  long  years 

of  pain 
She    toiled    her    freedom    from    thy    yoke    to 
gain! 
Autocracy. 

Tut!    Tut!     I  care  not  for  her  petty  deeds; 
My  strong  Germania  no  champion  needs! 
She'll  soon  crush  France  till  France  can  rise  no 

more 
To  flaunt  her  banner  on  the  Channel's  shore! 
[Music — ''Rule  Britanniay'  at  first, 
distant.] 
Twentieth  Century. 

Hark!      Tis    Britannia!      Well    I    know    the 
sound! 
Autocracy  [scornfully]. 

Nay!  Britain  will  not  trample  on  my  ground! 
[Music  grows  louder.  Curtain  rises, 
disclosing  Britannia  guarded  by  her 
soldiers.  Working-men  and  zvomen 
are  grouped  on  stage.  As  Britan- 
nia speaks,  soldiers  come  to  attention. 
Order  given  by  officer.  Working  people 
raise  hands  toward  Britannia.  Chorus 
sings  ''Rule  Britannia.''^] 
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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Britannia. 

Wake,  wake,  my  Island  Kingdom !    Hear  the  call! 

Come,  rali}^  to  my  standard,  one  and  all! 
Democracy. 

Great  Britain!     How  my  hope  she  can  renew! 

God  grant  her  strength  her  mighty  task  to  do! 

Let  loose  thy  lions,  Britain,  set  them  free! 

Fight,  fight.  Great  Britain,  for  Democracy! 
[Curtain  descends.] 
Autocracy  [angrily]. 

Great  Britain  is  a  meddler!     Let  her  wait! 

Germania  will  soon  be  at  her  gate! 
Twentieth  Century. 

Autocracy,  thy  words  are  always  grand; 

In  arrogance  thy  mighty  deeds  are  planned. 

Thou  dost  not  know  the  world  has  grown  too  old 

Thy  boasting  and  thy  wilfulness  to  hold. 
[To  Democracy]. 

Still  other  helpers  soon  will  come  I  know. 

Democracy,  thy  power  by  this  will  grow. 

[Takes  Democracy's  hand.  Music 
— ^^  Russian  Hymn.''  Semi-chorus, 
Curtain  rises,  disclosing  Russia  sur- 
rounded by  Russian  tableau.  Rus- 
sian soldiers  are  in  two  lines,  facing 
each  other.  At  back  Russia  stands 
on  raised  platform.  Groups  of  people, 
dressed  in  furs,  stand  about,  one  with 
sled.] 

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THE  VISION  OF  COLUMBUS 

Autocracy  {joyfully). 

Tis    Russia!     She's    been    mine    for   many    a 

year, 
In  her  Democracy  will  find  no  cheer. 
[Seizes  hand  of  Russia.] 
Russia. 

Nay,  nay,  Autocracy,  I've  done  with  thee. 
From  henceforth  all  my  children  shall  be  free! 
[Russia  removes  crown.  Autocracy 
shrinks  hack,  right,  in  amazement. 
Russian  People  shout.  Music — 
^' New  Russia,''  Curtain.] 
Democracy. 

So  Russia  now  is  mine!     I  did  not  dream 
Such  sunlight  in  this  gloomy  day  could  gleam! 
Autocracy. 

And  dost  thou  think  that  I  believe  this  thing  .^^ 
Imperial  rule  I  will  to  Russia  bring. 
She  is  not  stable;   ignorant  is  she; 
In  Germany's  strong  grip  she  soon  will  be. 
Her  people  soon  shall  furnish  royal  sport 
And  humbly  bow  the  knee  within  my  court. 
She  has  supported  me  for  many  a  year, 
And  she  will  still  be  mine;   I  do  not  fear. 
J  Twentieth  Century. 

Poor  Russia!     Heaven  grant  her  wisdom  now. 
That  to  Autocracy  she  may  not  bowl 
She  ne'er  has  felt  the  blessings  of  the  tree; 
She  knows  so  little  of  Democracy! 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

The  world  must  be  forbearing  now  and  wait,  ^ 

Or  cunning  enemies  will  mold  her  fate. 

In  years  to  come  she  shall  be  strong  and  free; 

Till  then  Democracy  must  patient  be! 
Autocracy. 

Another  aid  I  have  in  Italy. 

My  powers  no  human  eye  can  ever  see. 
Twentieth  Century. 

Wait,  not  so  fast,  Autocracy — I  fear 

Unwelcome  music  soon  will  greet  thy  ear. 

Thou  dost  not  know  Italia.     She'll  be  true! 

Her  sons  for  freedom  daring  deeds  will  do. 

[Music — *^ Italian    Hymn,'*    at  first, 
distant.] 
Autocracy  [listening]. 

Italia!     Now  Democracy  shall  see 

What  fair  Italia  will  do  for  me. 

[Chorus  sings  *' Italian  Hymn,*'  Cur- 
tain rises  disclosing  Italia  standing 
at  front.  Behind  her  are  Italian  sol- 
diers and  peasants.  One  feasant  is 
selling  flowers.  Two  are  xihouU  to 
dance,  etc.] 
Autocracy. 

Italia,  dost  thou  thy  pledge  forget? 

Germania  claims  thy  homage  even  yet. 
Italia  [turning  proudly]. 

My  eyes  are  opened,  and  I  plainly  see 

The  trap  Germania  had  set  for  me, 

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THE  VISION  OF  COLUMBUS 

I  go  to  join  the  rest  for  freedom*s  cause; 
'Till  victory  is  won,  I  shall  not  pause. 

\Ske  turns  and  passes  hack  to  platform 

at  rear.     Soldiers  stand  at  attention. 

Curtain  descends.] 
Twentieth  Century. 

So  do  they  come,  Democracy,  for  thee; 
Full  many  a  nation  shalt  thou  shortly  see. 
All  freedom-loving  people,  great  and  small 
Come  gladly  on  when  liberty  doth  call. 
Autocracy. 

You  little  know  my  plotting  and  my  schemes; 
Though  for  your  cause  success  at  present  seems. 
My  agents  I  have  sent  throughout  the  world 
Where'er  a  neutral  banner  is  unfurled. 
There  they  will  work  for  me  with  clever  zeal, 
And  never  will  my  name  or  plans  reveal. 
Till  I  have  all  the  world  within  my  hands, 
Till  I  am  mistress  of  unmeasured  lands! 

[Sudden  booming  and  wailing  behind 

curtain.] 
Democracy. 

That  sound  again — like  some  disaster  great! 
Autocracy. 

To  hear  the  news  thou  shalt  no  longer  wait. 

[Enter  Messenger,  right.] 
Messenger  [to  Twentieth  Century]. 
They  bid  me  tell  thee  of  another  deed: 
A  noble  ship  did  o'er  the  ocean  speed; 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

She  carried  passengers  and  merchandise; 

She  was  unarmed.     They  took  her  by  surprise, 

When,  as  she  sailed  upon  her  quiet  path, 

They  struck  her  down  in  their  inhuman  wrath! 
''Twentieth  Century. 

But  they  who  sailed  upon  her — are  they  well.? 
Messenger. 

Only  the  raging  ocean  this  can  tell; 

For  they  were  left  to  perish  on  the  sea! 

Alas,  that  things  Hke  this  must  ever  be! 
[Autocracy  stands  triumphant.] 
Democracy. 

They    need    not    be,  when    freedom    has    her 
sway; 

Autocracy  alone  would  choose  this  way. 
Autocracy. 

What  matters  by  what  method  I  succeed? 

The  victory  will  justify  the  deed! 
Democracy  [to  Messenger]. 

Whence   came   these   sufferers   of  whom   thou 
spake.? 

Who  did  upon  the  ship  their  journey  take? 
Messenger. 

From  out  the  land  Autocracy  so  hates. 

That  great  republic — The  United  States. 

[Twentieth  Century  deeply  moved] 
Democracy  [at  first,  sadly]. 

United  States!   Ah!    Now  some  help  will  come! 

You  soon  shall  hear  the  bugle  and  the  drum. 

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THE  VISION  OF  COLUMBUS 

Go,  messenger,  and  tell  her  all  thy  tale; 
Democracy,  she'll  never,  never  fail. 
[Exit  Messenger.] 
Autocracy  [zvith  sarcasm]. 

That  upstart  nation!     She's  unfit  for  war; 
'      She'll  never  leave  her  safe  and  sheltered  shore. 
Democracy. 

She  will!    She  will!   Thou  dost  not  understand. 
I  know  the  spirit  of  that  western  land! 
When  she  is  roused,  let  little  spirits  quail! 
She'll  come.    She'll  come.    I  know  she  will  not 
fail! 
Autocracy  [laughing]. 

Then  where  is  she?     I  do  not  see  her  here. 
She  sees  my  mighty  deeds,  and  waits  in  fear! 
Democracy  [speaki7ig  zvith  feeling]. 

Great,  great  Republic  of  the  Western  sky, 
Hear  now  Democracy's  loud  pleading  cry! 
The  world  is  bending  'neath  a  weight  of  woe, 
And  freedom  faces  an  unyielding  foe. 
Come, young  and  strong,  and  now  thy  courage  try ; 
Bring  thy  young  eagles  forth  and  let  them  fly! 
Thou'rt  needed!    Come!  Democracy  awaits! 
Strike,  strike  for  freedom,  dear  United  States! 
[  Triumphal  music  with  theme  of  ^^Star- 
spangled  Banner.^'      Enter,   through 
parting    in    curtain,    The    United 
States.     She  stands  zvith  hand  up- 
raised.] 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

United  States. 

Behold  I  come!  (Pause.)  Fear  not,  Democracy! 

Our  great  republic  offers  all  for  thee! 

The  principles  from  which  her  strength  hath 

grown, 
The  happiness  and  peace  she  long  hath  known — 
All,  all  will  vanish,  if  thou  canst  not  live! 
Her  blood,  her  might,  her  every  power  she'll 
give ! 
Autocracy  [approaching  in  threatening  attitude]. 

Thou  shalt  .  .  . 
United   States   [raising  hand  disdainfully,   and 
slowly  moving  toward  Autocracy]. 
Away,  thou  vain  Autocracy! 
Hence!    Get  thee  gone!    The  world  hath  done 
with  thee! 

[Autocracy  draws  mantle  over  face 
and  slowly  withdrazvsy  right.] 
Democracy. 
A  Hght  is  breaking!    Heaven  is  gracious  still! 
I  go  with  thee!     My  hopes  thou  canst  fulfil! 
[Democracy  and  Twentieth  Cen- 
tury stand  right  and  left  of  United 
States.] 
United  States  [drawing  sword]. 
I  join  the  Allies! 

[Curtain  rises  disclosing  The  Allies 
standing  in  semicircle  with  hands 
raised  toward  United  States.    She 

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THE  VISION  OF  COLUMBUS 

steps  hack  to  center  of  semicircle y  with 
Democracy  and  Twentieth  Cen- 
tury, and  continues,] 

Now  on  Europe's  sod 
We  strike  for  right,  for  freedom,  and  for  God! 
[United  States  raises  sword.  Bugle 
sounds.  Grand-march  music.  She 
motions  with  sword  to  right,  then  to 
lefty  etc.  Allies  move  back.  Enter 
right,  soldiers,  left,  sailors.  Then  in 
groups,  right  and  left.  Red  Cross 
nurses,  farmers,  bearers  of  Liberty 
Bond  banners,  housewives  with  food- 
conservation  signs,  etc.  They  leave 
a  path  in  center  from  front  to  back  of 
stage.  United  States  with  Democ- 
racy and  Twentieth  Century 
stands  front,  center.] 
United  States. 

"We  are  fighting  for  what  we  believe  and  wish 
to  be  the  rights  of  mankind,  for  the  future  peace 
and  security  of  the  world.  The  supreme  test  of 
the  nation  has  come.  We  must  all  speak,  act,  and 
serve  together.'* 

[Martial  music.  Soldiers  and  sailors 
file  out,  followed  by  workers.  Great 
Britain,  France,  Belgium,  Italy, 
step  forward,  each  bearing  the  flag  of 
her  nation.     At  center  of  stage  they 

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group  themselves,  f  lacing  tips  of  flag- 
sticks  together.    Other  Allies  /orw  a 
semicircle  farther  out\. 
United    States     [stepping    from    platform    and 
raisiyig  her  flag  to  touch  the  others]. 
"The  world  must  be  made  safe  for  democracy. 
Its  peace  must  be  planted  upon  the  tested  founda- 
tions of  political  liberty.    We  have  no  selfish  ends 
to  serve.     We  desire  no  conquest,  no  dominion. 
We  seek  no  indemnities  for  ourselves,  no  material 
compensation  for  the  sacrifice  we  shall  freely  make. 
We  are  but  one  of  the  champions  of  the  rights  of 
mankind.    We  shall  be  satisfied  when  those  rights 
have  been  made  as  secure  as  the  faith  and  freedom 
of  nations  can  make  them." 

[Trumpet  sounds.      Enter  Victory, 
carrying  a  laurel  zvreath.] 
Victory. 

God  stands  forever  on  the  side  of  right, 
And  gives  to  justice  still  the  final  might. 
The  sister  nations  now  this  crown  shall  wear, 
In  token  of  the  victory  they  share. 

[She  places  wreath  over  the  flags  that 
are  grouped  together.] 
United  States. 

Now,  God  be  thanked,  my  sons  their  flag  un- 
furled; 
Their  spirit  and  their  strength  have  saved  the 
world. 

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[Tableau:  Victory  on  throne  in  cen- 
ter, holding  blue  flag.  Twentieth 
Century  just  below,  in  center.  Al- 
lies grouped  with  wreath  over  flags. 
Other  Allies  in  semicircle.] 
Columbus  [awaking]. 

A  wondrous  vision  did  my  eyes  behold, 
A  blessing  greater  far  than  shining  gold. 
What!     Can    the    land    beyond    the    western 
main 
!     Some  noble  future  secretly  contain? 
Perchance  the  people  happily  may  find 
A  safe  retreat  from  monarchies  unkind — 
Perchance  Democracy  hath  gold  in  store 
Of  untold  wealth  upon  that  western  shore; 
And  nations  yet  unborn  may  strongly  rise 
To  hft  their  voices  'neath  those  glowing  skies! 
And  there  may  freedom-loving  men  be  born, 
Whose  zeal  may  be  the  rainbow  in  the  storm 
That  rocks  old  Europe  in  her  darkest  hour, 
And   so   my   western    land    may   show   God's 

power! 
For  future  generations  yet  may  see 
The  late  reward  that  doth  not  come  to  me. 
Ah,  then,  these  shackles  need  not  vex  me  so; 
Columbus  now  defies  his  royal  foe! 
God  led  me  on  and  on;    and,  come  what  will, 
I  pray  God's  hand  may  use  my  labor  still. 
[Exit,  left.] 

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United  States. 

A  League  of  Nations  let  us  strongly  bind, 
A  Union  to  protect  and  serve  mankind. 
No  more  shall  men  to  petty  tyrants  bow; 
God  rules  the  world,  and  men  are  brothers  now. 
[Salute  to  flag  may  he  put  in  here,] 


« 


Star-spangled  Banner, 


ft 


[Curtain.] 


II 

AT  THE  GATE  OF  PEACE 

A  PAGEANT-PLAY 

{Suitable  for  a  Thanksgiving  festival,  patriotic  cele- 
bration, graduation  entertainment,  or 
outdoor  performance) 


CHARACTERS  AND  COSTUMES 

Mankind. — Cape  or  cloak  with  royal  medals,  etc.;  gold  hand  on  head; 

gold  chain  about  neck;  szvord  in  hand. 
The  Children  of  Mankind. — Poor  garments;  worn  shoes,  etc. 
Envy. — Green  cloak;  head-band  bearing  the  word  Envy  in  green  letters. 
Intrigue. — Black  cloak;    head-band  bearing  the  word  Intrigue   in 

black  letters. 
Terrorism. — Red  cloak;   head-baiid  bearing  the  word  Terrorism  in  red 

letters. 
Guardian  of  the  Temple  of  Peace. — White  gown  with  flowing 

sleeves;  flowing  hair  bound  by  white  band. 
Attendant. — White  or  lavender  page's  costume. 
Angel  of  Peace. — White  flowing  gown;   hair  falling  loosely,  carries 

olive  branch  or  dove. 
Host  of  Angels. — White  flowing  robes;  loose  hair;  white  wings. 
United  States. — White  robe;    gold  crown  with  rays  like  Statue  of 

Liberty;  flag  drapery. 
Harvesters. — White  dresses  trimmed  in  autumn  tints.     Those  in  red 

carry  baskets  of  red  fruit;   those  in  yellow  carry  yellow  fruit  or 

graiUf  etc.     The  colors  should  be  so  arranged  that  the  procession 

makes  a  harmonious  whole,  ' 


PROLOGUE 

The  shells  no  longer  shriek;    the  guns  are  still; 
The  world  prepares  for  peace  and  sweet  good  will. 
**But  how  can  lasting  peace  be  won?'*  you  say. 
We  give  the  answer  in  our  little  play. 
Soon  you  will  see  Mankind  approach  the  gate, 
Where  for  his  children  peace  and  love  await. 
He  seeks  to  enter,  but  the  Guardian  fair 
Rids  him  of  things  which  are  forbidden  there. 
This  is  the  Home  of  Peace.     Here  is  the  gate. 
Mankind  is  coming — Hsten  now,  and  wait. 


AT  THE  GATE  OF  PEACE 

A  Pageant-Play 

Scene. — Before  tne  Temple  of  Peace, 

{Curtain  down.] 

[Enter,  right.  Mankind,  zvearing  a 
robe  decked  with  military  trappings, 
a  heavy  gold  chain  about  his  neck,  and 
a  gold  hand  on  his  head.  He  carries 
a  blood-stained  sword.  Clinging  to 
his  robes  are  two  thin,  pale  children, 
and  behind  him  stealthily  walk  Envy, 
Intrigue,  and  Terrorism.] 
Envy  [looking  about  furtively]. 

Mankind,  where  wouldst  thou  lead  us?     We 
would  know. 
Mankind. 

'  To  the  abode  of  Peace  I  now  would  go. 
War  wearies  me.     I  long  for  love  and  peace, 
I  crave  the  time  when  noise  and  strife  shall  cease. 
Intrigue. 

I  love  not  peace,  save  as  it  plans  for  war. 
Terrorism. 

I  long  for  strife  that  lasts  for  evermore. 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Envy. 

In  times  of  peace  I  find  it  hard  to  thrive. 
Mankind. 

How  gladly  from  my  side  such  friends  Td  drive, 
But  something  holds  you — what,  I  do  not  know. 
My  children  fear  you.    Would  that  you  would  go! 
Intrigue. 

We  have  our  plans.  Mankind,  and  here  we'll 

stay. 
Awaiting  patiently  a  future  day. 

[Childre7i    cower    against    Mankind, 
who  turns  with  a  sigh  toward  the  gate 
of  the  Temple  of  Peace,  center.] 
Mankind. 

This  is  the  Gate  of  Peace,  I'll  knock  and  wait. 

Perchance  some  friend  will  oper^  wide  the  gate. 

[He  knocks,  right.     The  gate  opens, 

or  curtai^is  part,  and  the  Guardian 

steps  out,  followed  by  attendant.] 

Guardian. 

Who  knocks  upon  the  sacred  Gate  of  Peace? 
Mankind. 

'Tis  I,   Mankind,  who  prays  that  strife  may 
cease. 
Guardian. 

Who  are  these  little  ones  so  wan  and  pale? 
Mankind. 

My  children,  who  have  struggled  through  the 
vale, 

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'  AT  THE  GATE  OF  PEACE 

Where  war's    privations   left   them  weak  and 
sad. 

0  let  them    know  thy   peace    and    they'll  be 

glad. 
Guardian  [stepping  forward,  hut  drawing  hack  as 
she  sees  Envy,  Intrigue,  and  Terrorism]. 
What's  this?     Envy  is  close  behind  you  here; 
Intrigue  and  Terrorism,  too,  appear! 
Mankind. 

1  want  them  not.     They  ever  cling  to  me. 
Within  the  walls  of  Peace  I  may  be  free. 

Guardian  [aside  to  Mankind]. 

Alas,  Mankind,  thou  dost  not  understand; 
Thy  gay  regalia  tempts  this  crafty  band. 
Whence    came   this    costly    chain    about    thy 
neck  ? 
Mankind. 

A  royal  king  did  thus  my  person  deck. 
Guardian. 

Come,  take  it  off.    It  weighs  thy  spirits  down. 
[Mankind  takes  of  chain  and  throws 
it  down.     Envy  springs  upon  it  and 
makes  off  with  it,  right.] 
Whence    came    this    band    of  gold    like    to   a 
crown .? 
Mankind. 

A  royal  gift  for  serving  royal  ends. 
Guardian. 

Who  takes  king's  gifts  upon  the  king  depends, 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Put  by  such  baubles;  they  but  lead  to  strife. 
[Mankind  takes  off  crown  and  throws 
it  down.     Intrigue  seizes  it  and  runs 
off,  right.] 
That   sword!      It   speaks    the   loss   of  human 
life! 
Mankind  [sighing  as  he  looks  at  sword], 

A  monarch  gave  it,  and  for  him  'twas  drawn. 
Guardian. 

While  still  Mankind  by  thrones  will  bend  and 

fawn 
He  cannot  hope  the  joys  of  peace  to  know. 
Thou  needest  not  that  blade,  so  let  it  go. 

[Mankind  throws  down  sword.   Ter- 
rorism takes  it  and  exit,  right.] 
Mankind. 

How  free  I  feel — a  weight  is  gone  indeed! 
Those  royal  toys  could  fill  no  human  need! 
[Looking  behind  him  in  surprise.] 
Envy,  Intrigue,  and  Terrorism  fled.? 
We're  freed,  my  children,  from  their  presence 
dread! 
Guardian. 

They  followed  but  the  baubles  of  a  throne. 
When  these  they  had  they  left  Mankind  alone. 
Mankind. 

Am  I  now  ready  to  approach  the  gate? 
Guardian. 

A  little  time  I  yet  must  bid  thee  wait. 

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I 


AT  THE  GATE  OF  PEACE 

[To  Attendafit.] 

Take  off  this  cloak  that's  decked  with  trappings 

gay, 

'Twill  serve  to  warm  the  poor  some  frosty  day. 
[Attendant  removes  Mankind*s  cloak.] 

Give  him  an  implement  of  honest  toil, 

The  emblem  of  the  man  who  digs  the  soil. 

[Attendant   hands   pick   or   shovel   to 
Mankind.] 
Mankind  [regarding  himself]. 

This  humble  garb  becomes  me  well  indeed; 

From  all  official  plottings  I  am  freed. 

With  pride  I  look  upon  this  useful  tool. 

Too  long  for  kings  I've  been  a  cringing  fool! 

I  breathe  at  last!     Let  royal  honors  cease! 

Thank  God  for  Freedom!  Lead  me  on  to  Peace! 
[Voices  behind  curtain  are  heard  sing- 
ing, *'  Angel  of  Peace. ^'^  At  the  close 
of  the  first  stanza  the  portal  opens, 
disclosing  the  Angel  of  Peace  on 
high  in  the  center,  surrou7ided  by  a 
host  of  angels,  all  in  white.  Chorus 
sings  the  third  stanza.  The  angels 
should  form  a  pyramid,  little  angels 
in  front.] 
Angel  of  Peace. 

Now  enter,  dear  Mankind,  the  Gate  of  Peace. 

Bid  warfare  stop  and  petty  quarrels  cease! 
^Assembly  Song  Book,  page  lo.     A.  S.  Barnes  hi  Co. 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

God   rules   the  world,   let   mortals   serve    and 

praise. 
Kingdoms  are  going.     Welcome  happy  days! 
[Mankind  moves  toward  the  Angel 
OF   Peace,   hut  one  of  his  children 
falls  to  the  ground.] 
Mankind  [bendi^ig  over  child]. 

My  child!   Alas!  look  up.    What  ails  thee,  dear? 

[Rising] 
She's  hungry.     Is  there  food  for  children  here? 
The  war  was  cruel  and  the  fields  are  bare. 
A  little  food  would  save  us  from  despair. 
Guardian  [turning  to  audience].    ^  . 

Who'll  feed  the  starving  children  of  Mankind  ? 
Four  years  of  cruel  war  we  leave  behind. 
The  fields  are  plowed  by  guns  and  steeped  in 

tears. 
They'll  yield  aplenty  in  the  coming  years! 
But  now  the  children  cry  for  milk  and  bread. 
Who'll  sacrifice  that  babies  may  be  fed? 
United  States  \hom  the  rear  of  the  audie7ice]. 
I'm  ready.     None  can  make  that  cry  in  vain. 
My  children  call  across  the  ocean  main: 
"We'll  bring  to  you  from  out  our  plenteous 

fields 
The  grain  and  fruits  our  noble  country  yields." 
Guardian  [shading  eyes  as  she  looks  out]. 
'Tis  the  United  States!     She  never  fails 
When  dreadful  suffering  or  want  prevails. 

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AT  THE  GATE  OF   PEACE 

Come,  Great  Republic,  to  this  home  of  Peace; 

Thy  generous  heart  will  make  our  joys  increase. 
[March  7nusic.  United  States  moves 
down  the  aisle,  followed  by  Harvest- 
ers hearing  milky  bread,  grain,  fruit, 
etc.  As  United  States  reaches  the 
platform,  she  is  led  by  the  attenda^it 
over  to  Mankind.  She  motions  to  a 
Harvester  following,  who  carries  a 
bowl  of  milk.  This  Harvester  stoops 
over  and  gives  a  draught  of  fnilk  to  the 
child  of  Mankind,  who  slozvly  revives. 
The  other  Harvesters,  bearing  food, 
group  themselves  on  platform,  right 
and  left.  When  all  are  in  place ^  Angel 
OF  Peace  speaks\ 
Angel  of  Peace. 

May  the  Peace  of  God,  which  passeth  all 
understanding,  keep  our  hearts  and  minds 
in  the  knowledge  and  love  of  God." 

[Chorus:  "Now  Thank  We  All  Our 
God^^  or  another  hymn\ 

[Curtain.] 


Note. — The  procession  of  Harvesters  may  be  as  long  as 
desired.  A  pleasing  effect  is  obtained  by  grouping  fruits  and 
grains  along  front  of  platform. 

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(( 


Ill 

THE    GOLDEN    STAR 

A  PAGEANT-PLAY 

{Suitable  for  a  'patriotic  celebration^  graduation  en- 
tertainment, or  outdoor  performance.   Especially 
adapted   to   programs  for   war   charities, 
war  memorials,  etc) 


CHARACTERS  AND  COSTUMES 

United   States. — Long,   luhite,  flowing  gozvn,  draped  in   American 

flag;  crown  like  that  of  Statue  of  Liberty. 
Honor. — Long,  flowing,  white  robe;  Greek  border;  wreath  of  gold  leaves. 
Spirit  of  America. — Lotig,  flowing,  pale-blue  gowti  trimmed  with 

silver;  flowing  sleeves;  band  on  head. 
Golden  Star. — Gold-colored  dress;  gold  star  on  head. 
Victory. — Orange-and-yellow  robe;  gold-winged  crown;  carries  garland. 
Peace. — Long,  flowing,  white  robe;  carries  lily  or  palm. 
Messenger. — Green  and  silver  Mercury  costume. 
Woman. — Old  clothing;  shawl  over  head. 
Merchant. — Business  suit;  gray  hair. 
Lady. — Afternoon  dress;  carries  knitting-bag. 
Laborer. — Overalls;  carries  tools. 
Nurse. — Regulation  wiiform. 
Doctor. — Long  coat;  carries  satchel. 
Miser. — Long  cape,  cane;  carries  money-bag. 
Fashionable  Girl. — Up-to-date  costume. 
Clergyman. — Black  cassock. 
Little  Child. — School  dress;  carries  books. 
Teacher. — Plain  dress. 
School-boy. — Boy  Scout  suit. 
School-girl. — Camp  Fire  dress. 

Blue  Service  Stars. — JVhite  dresses;  blue  stars  on  foreheads. 
Victory  Dancers. — Yellow-and-orange  dresses;      carry  yellow-and- 

green  garlands. 
Soldiers  and  Sailors. — Regulation  u?iiform;  some  bandaged. 


PROLOGUE 

The  war  is  past,  and  in  the  future  day 
Mementoes  of  the  conflict  we  shall  prize; 

The  service  flag  will  then  be  laid  away, 

With  many  a  tender  glance  from  loving  eyes. 

The  true  blue  stars  forever  will  be  dear. 

So  closely  clustered  on  their  field  of  white; 

But,  oh!  what  sweet  remembrance  hovers  near 
Those  golden  stars  of  soft,  translucent  light! 

The  golden  stars  a  message  have  to  tell, 

A  message  that  our  pageant  seeks  to  show. 

A  call  of  heroes,  saying,  "All  is  well," 

And  clarion  voices  crying,  **Rise  and  grow!" 

In  nineteen  eighteen,  as  our  play  recalls. 
Two  millions  of  our  boys  were  far  away; 

But  home  they  come  before  the  curtain  falls, 
For  nineteen  nineteen  quickly  ends  our  play. 

Hark  to  the  sounds  which  distant  war  betide! 

Now,  as  the  curtain  rises,  you  will  see 
United  States,  with  Honor  at  her  side. 

Still  waiting  for  the  news  of  victory. 


THE  GOLDEN  STAR 

A  Pageant-Play 

Scene. — The  Hovie-land.  At  hack  of  stage  Jiangs  a 
large  service  flag,  having  a  number  of  blue 
stars,  and  at  least  one  gold  star.  The  flag  is 
so  placed  that  some  characters  may  enter 
from  behind  or  beneath  it.  In  front  of  the 
service  flag  is  a  dais  rising  somezvhat  above 
the  stage. 

Before  the  curtain  rises,  sou7ids  of  warfare  may  be 
heard.  A  bugle  sounds,  followed  by  the  steady 
beat  of  a  drum,,  growing  fainter  and  fainter,  so 
as  to  convey  the  impression  of  a  departing  army. 

Curtain  rises,  discovering  United  States  standing 
alone  in  the  center  of  the  stage.  Her  head  is 
upraised,  her  hands  clenched  at  her  sides,  in- 
dicating truth  to  ideals  and  stern  determination. 
Her  face,  however,  is  sad.  At  the  rear,  on  the 
first  step  of  the  dais,  stands  Honor,  straight 
and  steadfast,  looking  at  the  United  States. 

United  States  [slowly  and  sadly]. 

So  they  have  sailed  across  the  bounding  sea, 
My  boys  whose  every  breath  was  dear  to  me; 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

So  young,  so  brave,  so  full  of  boyhood  dreams! 

[Looks  about  her  and  sighs.\ 
How  empty  and  how  void  the  landscape  seems! 
Honor  [crossing  qnickly  to  United  States  and 
placing  hand  on  her  shoulder]. 
Noble  Republic,  thou  art  not  alone, 
Throughout  thy  life  thou  still  hast  Honor  known. 
Whilst  I  am  here  thou  canst  not  lack  a  friend. 
Make  Honor  thy  companion  to  the  end. 
United  States  [clasping  the  hand  of  Honor]. 
I  know  thee,  Honor;  never  hast  thou  strayed, 
But  ever  at  my  side  hast  firmly  stayed. 
In  earthly  years,  one  hundred  forty-two 
Have  sealed  our  friendship  as  it  stronger  grew. 
Without  thee  I  could  ne^er  have  trod  the  way 
That  led  me  on  to  this  momentous  day. 
For  thee  my  boys  have  gone,  a  radiant  band. 
To  spend  their  blood  upon  a  foreign  land. 

[Booming  is  heard.    United  States 

catches  the  hand  of  Honor,  as  if  to 

steady  herself.] 
Honor  [drawing  her  hack  a  little  way]. 

Forget  not,  too,  thy  children  here  at  home. 
Who  from  thy  side  will  nfever  ask  to  roam. 

[Waving  hand  to  left.] 
The  merchant  who  his  millions  lends  to  thee. 

[Enter    Merchant,    who    takes    his 

place  at  left  of  dais.] 
The  lady  who  still  serves  thee  cheerfully. 

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THE  GOLDEN  STAR 

[Enter  Lady,  righty  with  knitting,  etc. 

Takes  place  right  of  dais.] 
The  laborer  who  works  with  might  and  main 
That  no  reproach  may  e'er  thy  honor  stain. 

[Enter  Laborer,  left.    Stands  left  of 

dais.] 
The  nurse  who  sacrifices  joy  and  ease, 

[E7iter  Nurse,  right.    Takes  her  place 

at  right  of  dais.] 
The  doctor,  fighting  grim  and  dread  disease, 

[Enter  Doctor,  left.    Takes  place  left 

of  dais.] 
The  man  of  God  with  comfort  for  the  sad, 

[Clergyman  enters  left.     Takes  place 

left  of  dais.] 
The  mother  who  so  freely  gives  her  lad. 

[Enter  Foreign  Woman,  right,  wear- 
ing shawl  on  head.    Takes  place  right 

of  dais.] 
The  teacher  who  is  spending  mind  and  health 
To  guard  the  treasures  of  thy  greatest  wealth. 

[Enter  Teacher,   right.      She  takes 

place  at  right  of  dais.     A  little  child 

runs  at  her  side.] 
The  boy  and  girl  who  give  their  hours  of  play 
To  summon  aid  in  this  thy  hardest  day. 

[Enter  Boy  Scout  and  Camp  Fire 

Girl,    left    and    right.      Take    their 

places,  left  and  right  of  dais.     There 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACi 

is  nozu  a  semicircle  with  dais  in 
center,  leaving  a  space  next  to  dais  on 
each  side.] 

The  miser  who  can  scarce  a  penny  spend, 

And  yet  for  thee  his  dollars  he  will  lend. 

[Enter  Miser.  Takes  place  left  of 
dais.] 

And    fashion's    daughter,  who    with    many    a 
tear 

Has  sent  away  the  one  she  held  most  dear. 

[Enter  Fashionable  Young  Lady, 
right.     Takes  place  right  of  dais.] 

All  these  for  honor  and  for  country  strive 

To  keep  thy  truth  and  virtue  still  alive. 
United  States  [looking  left  and  right]. 

I  love  them  all  and  need  them  every  one; 

Without  them  never  could  my  task  be  done. 

Now  God  be  thanked  that  in  His  grace  doth 
please 

To  give  me  loyal  children  such  as  these. 

And  yet  my  heart  is  sad,  for  far  away 

My  boys  will  be  for  many  a  weary  day. 

The  Spirit  of  America  they  had. 

Ah,  could  that  Spirit  come,  I  should  be  glad! 
[Music  sounds.  Enter  Spirit  of 
America.  She  is  strong  and  heaiiti- 
fuly  clad  in  a  pale-hlue  robe.  She  comes 
from  behind  flag  and  stands  for  a  mo- 
ment on  dais.] 
[so] 


THE  GOLDEN  STAR 

Spirit^ 

Who  calls  the  Spirit  of  Columbia's  land? 
United  States. 

'Tis  I  that  needed  comfort  at  thy  hand. 
Let  me  but  touch  thee  and  I  shall  be  brave, 
Thy  magic  power  my  fainting  soul  can  save! 
[United  States  kneels  beside  Spirit 
on  daisy  wrapping  her  shoulders  in 
the   floating    sleeve    of    the    Spirit's 
robe,     and    seeming    to    breathe    in 
strength.] 
Spirit  [laying  her  hand  on  the  head  of  United 
States]. 
Ah,  how  I  love  thee,  great  Republic  dear! 
No  other  voice  could  call  me  to  appear. 
But  here  I  am  to  give  thee  strength  and  zeal, 
Still  ready  to  respond  to  thy  appeal. 
United  States  [rising]. 

But  I  am  selfish!     Where  my  boys  may  be 
There  thou  art  needed,  far  across  the  seal 
Spirit. 

Not  so;  for  in  each  soldier,  brave  and  free, 
Some  of  my  spirit  dwells  continually. 
For  every  star  that  here  the  flag  may  show 
A  spirit  lives,  defying  every  foe. 

\Desce7iding  from   dais   and  raising 
hand  toward  flag.] 
Come,  loyal  spirits,  show  yourselves  to-day 
To  cheer  United  States  upon  her  way. 
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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

[Music.  Enter  from  behind  service 
flag  Spirits  dressed  in  white,  blue 
stars  071  foreheads.  There  is  one 
Spirit  for  every  blue  star  in  the  ser- 
vice flag.  They  float  forward  and 
stand  as  the  stars  on  the  service  flag. 
Last  comes  one  dressed  in  gold  and 
wearing  a  golden  star  on  her  fore- 
head. She  stands  high  on  the  dais, 
with  steadfast  gaze.] 
^The  Blue  Stars  sing.] 

THE   SERVICE   STARS  ^ 
(Tune,  "My  Normandy.") 

(i) 
Thy  service  stars  still  shine  for  thee, 

America!     America! 
Wherever  toil  and  strife  may  be, 

America!     America! 
Throughout  the  world  (Ah!),  where'er  they  go  (Ah!), 
Thy  boys  are  true  (Ah!),  thy  boys  are  true  (Ah!), 
They  conquer  bravely  every  foe. 

And  valiant  deeds  for  thee  they  do! 

(2) 

Forever  blue  thy  stars  will  shine! 

America!     America! 
Their  steady  glow  will  still  be  thine! 

America!     America! 
But  brighter  still  (Ah!)  thy  stars  of  gold  (Ah!) 

Their  radiance  shed   (Ah!)   upon  the  world   (Ah!), 
And  freedom  shines  where  men  behold 
Thy  starry  service  flag  unfurled. 

^  Assembly  Song  Book,  page  54.     A.  S.  Barnes  &  Co. 

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THE  GOLDEN   STAR 

United  States. 

My  service  stars!     Indeed  I  love  you  well! 

No  words  my  gratitude  to  you  can  tell! 

But  there  on  high  a  golden  star  I  see! 

It  stands  for  one  w^ho  gave  his  life  for  me! 
Golden  Star  [speaking  serenely]. 

The  spirit  of  thy  golden  star  is  here; 

Whene'er  thou  needest  me,  I  shall  appear. 

I  come  from  out  a  land  where  martyrs  dwell. 

Whose  golden  light  no  shadow  can  dispel. 

I  know  the  golden  shores  of  memory, 

The  golden  deeds  of  heroes  I  can  see. 

Think  not,  dear  Mother,  that  they  do  not  care, 

For  over  thee  they^re  ever  watching  there; 

They  love  thee  always  in  that  Heroes'  Land. 

They  died  for  thee,  and  so  they  understand. 
United  States. 

Thou  art  my  star!     Shine,  shine  to  guide  me 
right! 

For  sacrifice  hath  made  that  radiant  light! 
Golden  Star. 

Then  harken,  fair  Republic,  unto  me: 

Whenever  shadows  shall  encompass  thee, 

When  darkness  grows  so  deep  thou  canst  not 
see. 

Call  for  thy  Golden  Star  of  Memory! 

[Soft  music.  The  Service  Stars 
move  slowly  back  behind  the  service 
/lag.] 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

United  States  [following  them  a  Jew  steps]. 

Ah!  they  are  gone!    My  stars  no  longer  shine! 
Spirit. 
There    is   communion   'twixt  their   souls    and 

thine. 
My  spirit  hovers  over  them  and  thee, 
And  will  not  suffer  thee  defeat  to  see. 
United  States. 

I  well  believe  thee.     Thou  wilt  be  my  friend. 
With  thee  and  Honor  I  await  the  end. 

[Booming  of  cannon  and  loud  blast  of 
trumpets  is  heard.     Enter  Messen- 
ger,   righty    running.       All    gather 
aromid.] 
Messenger. 

News!     News!    Thou   great   Republic   of  the 

West! 
With  victory  thy  valiant  sons  are  blessed. 
Scarce  waiting  for  the  word  that  let  them  go. 
They  swept  undaunted  on  their  trembling  foe. 
Such  dash  and  spirit  ne'er  the  world  has  known 
As  those  bold  Yankee  boys  this  day  have  shown! 
Spirit. 

They  show  the  spirit  that  their  fathers  had; 
America  ennobles  every  lad. 
Honor 

Could  they  do  less  than  strike  In  youthful  might, 
When  called  upon  to  champion  the  right? 
[Fictory  music] 

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THE  GOLDEN  STAR 

Messenger. 

See,  Victory  approaches!     Even  so 

United  States  has  saved  the  world  from  woe! 
[Enter  Victory,  righl.] 
Victory  [approaching  United  States  with  a  gar- 
land  and  placing  it  around  her  neck]. 

Noble  Republic,  see,  thy  sons  have  won 

This  trophy  for  the  deeds  that  they  have  done. 

They  bid  me  deck  thee  with  this  garland  bright; 

It  was  for  thee  they  conquered  in  the  fight. 
United  States  [kissing  the  garland]. 

My  noble  boys!    How  can  I  speak  their  praise? 

For  them  all  citizens  their  voices  raise. 
[Takes  the  hand  of  Honor.] 

For  Honor  they  have  given  all  they  had! 

America  this  day  may  well  be  glad. 
Victory. 

I  call  the  dancers,  that  in  rhythmic  glee 

The  world  may  now  our  jubilation  see. 

[Victory  music.  Victory  raises  her 
hand.  Enter  Victory  Dancers 
dressed  in  yellozv,  with  garlands.  They 
dance  in  and  out,  including  in  their 
path  all  on  the  stage,  or  forining  tzvo 
circles.  Music  suddenly  changes  to 
calm  tones.  Dancers  retire  to  hack 
of  stage.  Enter  Peace, /row  behind 
service  flag.  Use  classic  polka  for 
dance.] 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Honor. 

Sweet    Peace,   thou    comest   now  our   cup   to 

fill. 
What,    hast    thou    made    those    guns    forever 
still? 
Peace. 

Sound     praises     now     to     God,    who     brings 

release, 
His     children    now    once    more    may    be    at 
peace. 

[Full  Chorus:  "  The  Lord  Is  Mind- 
ful oj  His  OwUy^  Assembly  Song  Book, 
page  164;  or,  *' Hope  Thou  in  God,' 
page  168.  At  close  of  the  chorus  is 
heard  the  sound  of  the  drum  and  the 
tramp  of  soldiers.] 
Messenger. 

Hark,  'tis  the  sound  agam  of  marching  feet 
Be  ready  now  our  noble  boys  to  greet. 

[Martial  music.  Enter,  right  and 
left,  soldiers  and  sailors.  Some  are 
wounded.  If  local  heroes  are  avail- 
able,  their  appearance  will  be  elec- 
tive. They  march  to  center  of  stage, 
salute  United  States,  Honor  and 
Peace  and  Victory,  then  stand,  left 
and  right.  At  a  signal  they  break 
ranks  and  are  greeted  by  Merchant, 
Laborer,  Nurse,  Doctor,  Clergy- 
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THE  GOLDEN  STAR 

MAN,  Teacher,  Boy  and  Girl,  and 
Miser,  who  come  jorward  to  greet 
them.  The  mother  greets  her  son. 
His  eyes  are  bandaged,  or  he  is  other- 
wise wounded.  She  stands  weeping.] 
United  States  [coming  forward]. 

Why    dost    thou    weep    to-day,  when    all    are 
glad? 
Woman  [sadly]. 

Alas,  dear  country,  see  my  little  lad! 
For  thee  he  sailed  away  to  do  and  dare; 
Oh,  promise  me  that  thou  wilt  give  him  care. 
United  States  [turning]. 

Peace,  Victory,  and  Honor,  tell  me  true — 
How  can  my  boys  begin  their  lives  anew? 
May  they  not  all  be  cared  for  year  by  year? 
We    need    them,    and    we    hold    them    all    so 
dear! 
Victory. 

Our  people  yet  must  labor  many  a  day; 
For  thee  they  still  must  work  and  watch  and 
pray. 
Peace. 
Our  efforts  for  our  heroes  must  not  cease, 
Else  we  shall  not  deserve  a  lasting  peace. 
United  States  [looking  at  citizens]. 

Then,  children,  there  is  work  for  all  of  you. 
Honor. 

And  all  will  help,  if  they  be  good  ana  true. 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Merchant. 

My  son's  at  home.     No  need  of  strife  I  see. 
[Walks  down  stage  and  stands,  left, 
with  back  turned.] 
Lady. 

I've  other  interests  now.     No  toil  for  me. 
[Same  on  right.] 
Laborer. 

ril  strike  for  money,  now  that  peace  is  won! 
[Same  as  Merchant.] 
Nurse. 

Fm  tired  of  work.     I  think  my  task  is  done. 
[Same  as  Lady.] 
Doctor. 

Well,  well,  I'll  give  my  thoughts  to  science  now. 
[Same  as  Merchant.] 
Miser. 

I'll  keep  my  gold.     No  more  to  flags  I'll  bow. 
[Same  as  Merchant.] 
Fashionable  Girl. 

I  don't  see  what  they're  still  appealing  for; 
I've  done  my  bit  and  I   shall  work  no  more! 
[Same  as  Lady.] 

[United  States  stands  looking  sadly 
from  one  to  the  other.] 
United  States. 

My    children!      Oh,    my    children!    don't    you 

see  ^ 
I  need  your  steady  work  continually, 

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THE  GOLDEN  STAR 

Your  zeal  must  strive  in  peace  as  well  as  war, 
To  guard  democracy  for  evermore. 

[They  turn  their  backs  coldly.] 
Honor  [turning  sadly]. 

United  States,  I  fear  that  I  must  go. 
We  have  been  ever  friends,  as  thou  must  know. 
Thy  sons  have  met  their  debts,  but  now  I  see 
To-day  they  know  not  what  they  owe  to  thee. 
They  have  been  saved  from  tyranny  and  shame. 
And  now  they  bring  disgrace  upon  thy  name. 
[United  States  hangs  her  head.] 
Peace  [clasping  hands  and  descending  from  dais]. 
Peace  without  Honor .^     That  were  shame  in- 
deed! 
Peace  is  bereft  when  Honor  she  must  need! 
[Honor  presses  the  hand  of  Peace 
and   walks    slowly    to    left;    United 
States    comes  forward    and    kneels 
down,  weeping.     Soft  music] 
Clergyman  [stopping  Honor,  left]. 

I  pray  thee  wait  till  God  shall  ope  their  eyes; 
When  Honor  leaves  us  all  our  glory  dies. 

[Honor  waits,  sadly,  extreme  left.] 

Little  Child  [looking  at  United  States  and  then 

going  from  07ie  person  to  another,  then  hack 

to  Teacher,  bringing  her  fonvard,  while  sad 

music  plays]. 

Look,  Teacher!     Our  dear  country  is  so  sad! 

Will  no  one  come  to  make  her  strong  and  glad? 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Teacher  [taking  child's  hand]. 

Dear  child,  we  now  must  think  what  we  can  do. 
Perhaps  we'll  find  a  comfort — just  we  two. 

[Going  toward  Spirit.] 
Great  Spirit  of  America,  awake! 
Some  solace  to  our  mother-country  take. 

[Music,  as  Spirit  awakens.  She  comes 
forward  with  Teacher  and  child.] 
Spirit. 

I  thank  thee.  Teacher;  thou  dost  understand. 
No  power  like  thine  can  stir  this  noble  land. 
Use  well  thy  power,  and  this  Democracy 
Will  keep  the  honor  that  still  makes  her  free. 
[Spirit  crosses,  bends  over  United 
States,  and  looks  down  at  her.] 
Spirit. 

Hast  thou  forgotten  now  thy  golden  star? 
Its  beams  are  shining  from  the  flag  afar. 
United  States  [looking  up,  and  then  rising]. 
My  star!     My  golden  star!     I  did  forget! 
The  spirit  of  that  star  may  help  me  yet! 

[Turns  and  stretches  her  arms  out 
toward  the  flag.  Teacher,  Child, 
and  Clergyman  lead  her  toward  the 

Oh,  beauteous  service  star,  dear  star  of  gold. 
Thy  pleading  mother  here  thou  dost  behold! 
Send  back  that  spirit  from  the  land  of  light, 
And  wake  my  people  to  a  sense  of  right! 

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THE  GOLDEN  STAR 

Come  back  from  out  the  Heroes*  Land  afar, 
Come,  shining  spirit  of  my  golden  star! 

[Soft  music.     Enter  Spirit  of  the 
Golden  Star.] 
Golden  Star. 

I  come,  dear  mother,  at  thy  gentle  call; 
The  heroes  of  the  past  are  Hstening  all. 
They  bid  me  say:     "We  died  for  all  of  you; 
We  call  you  to  be  steady,  staunch,  and  true.'* 
[Some  of  the  citizens  turn  toward  the 
star.] 
Golden  Star  [continuing], 
Lincoln  speaks: 

"We  here  highly  resolve  that  these  dead  shall 

not  have  died  in  vain — that  this  nation,  under 

God,  shall  have  a  new  birth  of  freedom — and 

that  government  of  the  people,  by  the  people,  and 

for  the  people,  shall  not  perish  from  the  earth." 

[As  the  Golden  Star  speaks^  one  hy 

one  the  citizens  turn  and  stretch  out 

their  hands  toward  the  Star.] 

Golden  Star  [after  a  pause]. 

Stand  by  your  country  still  in  everything; 
This  message  from  the  Heroes'  Land  I  bring. 
[Music.  Exit ^ThK^slowly ybehind flag] 
School-boy  [coming  forward]. 

Come,  people,  'tis  our  country  needs  our  aid. 
School-girl. 

We'll  all  be  true;  you  need  not  be  afraid. 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Mother  [approaching  the  United  States], 

My  little  boy,  so  young,  how  will  he  fare? 

Oh,  promise  me  that  thou  wilt  give  him  care! 
Merchant  [stepping  forward]. 

We'll  care  for  him,  good  woman,  never  fear. 

We'll  see  that  he  shall  live  to  bring  you  cheer. 
United  States. 

Columbia's  Spirit  breathes  for  evermore 

In  native  land  or  on  a  foreign  shore! 
Peace. 

Come,  Honor,  once  again  thou  hast  a  home. 
[Honor  joins  hands  with  Peace.] 
Honor. 

Oh,  bid  me  ne'er  again  from  Peace  to  roam! 
Spirit. 

Bring  in  the  flag,  that  every  one  may  say 

The  words  of  love  that  fill  our  hearts  to-day. 
[Enter  flag-hearers  with  flag.  Salute 
to  the  flag.] 

^^Star-spangled  Banner. '^^ 


[Curtain.] 


IV 

THE    HIGHWAY   OF   THE    KING 

A    PAGEANT-PLAY   OF    THE    RISE    OF    THE 
COMMON  MAN,  IN  FOUR  EPISODES 

{Suitable  for  a  patriotic  celebration,  graduation  en- 
tertainment, or  outdoor  performance) 


CHARACTERS  AND  COSTUMES 

Civilization. — Gown  and  hood  of  a  pilgrim  of  old.    Coloty  purple  or 

green.     Sandals  on  feet.     Staff  in  hand. 
Andrew  (ist  Episode). — Coarse,    loose   tunic  of  gray.     Sandals  on 
feet. 

(2d  Episode). — Peasant's  costume. 
(3d  Episode). — Dress  of  modern  working-man. 
(4th  Episode). — Dress  of  modern  working-man. 
AwLAY. — Doublet  and  hose,  coarse  brown. 
Vera  (ist  Episode). — Loose  Roman  robe  of  dark  wool. 
(2d  Episode). — Peasant's  costume  and  white  cap. 
(3d  Episode). — Dress  of  modern  working-woman. 
(4th  Episode). — Dress  of  modern  lady. 
CoRiNNA  (ist  Episode). — Loose  tunic  of  a  light  color. 
(2d   Episode). — Dress  of  peasant  child. 
(3d  Episode). — Dress  of  modern  child. 
(4th  Episode). — Dress  of  modern  child. 
Conqueror. — Roman  costume.     Wreath  071  head. 
Roman  Guards. — Roman  costume. 
Soldiers  and  Guards. — Roman  armor. 
Roman  Dancers. — Robes  of  Roman  women. 
Herald. — Roman  tunic,  etc. 

Slaves. — Greek  or  Egyptian  dress,  somewhat  ragged. 
Jester. — Regulation  jester  s  costume  in  bright  colors  or  all  red;  bells. 
Feudal  King. — Gorgeous  dress  of  king  of  the  Middle  Ages.     {Copy 

pictures  of  King  John  of  England.) 
Barons    and    Ladies. — Riding-costumes    of    Middle    Ages.     (Copy 

pictures  in  history.) 
United  States.— White  robe;   draped    in  flag.     Crown   like    Statue 

of  Liberty. 
Liberty. — White  robe  and  liberty  cap. 

Justice. — White  robe;  carries  scales  and  sword;  sh€  is  blindfolded. 
Education. — College  cap  and  gown. 
Re¥V GEES. —Ragged  clothes;  carry  bundles,  etc. 

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Belgium. — Black  robe;  black  drapery  over  head;  carries  Belgian  flag 

and  a  lighted  torch. 

Militarism. — Armor  and  helmet;  he  carries  a  sword. 

Pestilence. — Red  robe  and  head-dress. 

Famine. — Robe  and  head-dress  of  ecru  or  tan;  wan  face. 

France  \ 

Russia    (     „„ .       ,  ,         •     ^       , , 

I^RiT  IN  I    f^hite  robes;  each  carries  jiag  of  her  nation, 

Italy      / 

Arbitration. — White  robes  with  rainbow  scarf. 

Love. — Pink  gown  trimmed  with  roses. 

Peace. — White  gown^  olive  leaves.    She  may  carry  a  dove, 

Joy. — Gold  dancing  costume. 

Joy's  Attendants. — Gold  dancing  costumes. 

Capital. — Handsome  dress  of  a  rich  man  of  the  present.     If  in  an 

automobile f  he  wears  jur-lined  coat,  etc.;  diamond  scarf-pin. 
Working-men 

and  Dress  of  factory  hands  of  present  day. 

Working-women  , 
Attendant  to  Civilization. — Costume  of  Boy  Scout. 


PROLOGUE 

Some  say  that  all  of  history  is  told 

In  lives  of  famous  men  from  age  to  age; 

But  as  the  plans  of  God  in  time  unfold, 

The  Common  Man  stands  forth  upon  the  page. 

We  see  him  in  the  morn  of  time  appear 
Untutored  save  by  Nature's  guiding  hand; 

We  trace  his  evolution  year  by  year, 

Till  God's  great  purpose  he  may  understand. 

Now,  in  our  age,  we  see  him  face  to  face, 
With  forces  that  the  ancients  could  not  see; 

The  Common  Man,  the  leader  of  his  race — 
The  founder  of  the  world's  democracy. 

But  law  and  order  he  will  learn  to  crave. 

As  plucking  goodly  grain  from  out  the  thorn; 

God's  steadfast  laws  he  carefully  will  save. 
Of  all  the  worthless  chafF  forever  shorn. 

Our  pageant  shows  the  Highway  of  the  King, 
On  which  we  see  the  Common  Man  appear. 

Civilization  to  his  side  will  bring 

His  new  friend,  Work,  who  must  be  ever  near. 

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First  we  shall  see  the  ancient  Highway  lie, 
On  which  the  Conqueror  will  come  in  might. 

The  Medieval  Highway  then  we  spy, 

Where  feudal  monarch  wields  his  lordly  right. 

The  modern  Highway  next  we  all  shall  see, 
And  there  Democracy  her  strength  will  bring; 

And  last,  the  Future  Highway,  which  w^ill  be 
The  strong  and  finished  Highway  of  the  King. 


' 


THE  HIGHWAY  OF  THE   KING 

A  Pageant  in   Four  Episodes 

Episode   I 

THE    ANCIENT   HIGHWAY 

Scene. — J  highway ,  crossing  the  stage  from  left 
to  righty  as  07ie  faces  the  audience.  At  the 
hack  are  seen  distant  hillsy  and  buildings  of 
Greek  or  Roman  type,  {Back  scene  may  he 
omitted,  if  desired.) 

[Enter,  left,  Andrew,  a  comfjton  man, 
who  is  led  hy  Civilization  J 
Andrew  [looking  ahout]. 

Civilization,  thou  art  new  to  me. 
And  yet  I  find  I  put  my  trust  in  thee 
Is  this  the  great  High  Road  of  which  thou  spake, 
Whereon  the  Common  Man  his  way  must  take? 
Civilization. 

This  is  the  road,  the  Highway  of  the  King, 
And  to  the  road  the  Common  Man  I  bring. 
Here  thou  shalt  journey  on  thy  forward  way. 
Till  thou  shall  find  the  King  himself  some  day. 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Andrew. 

How  shall  I  know  the  King  when  here  he  comes? 
Will  there  be  trumpets'  blare,  or  beat  of  drums? 
Civilization. 

Nay,    thou    shalt    know   him   when   that    day 

shall  be, 
For  joy  and  peace  and  love  he'll  bring  to  thee. 
Yet  on  thy  journey  thou  must  work  thy  way. 
Here's  a  companion  who'll  beside  thee  stay. 

[He  beckons.  Enter  Awlay,  right. 
Civilization  takes  Awlay's  hand 
and  approaches  Andrew.  Awlay 
carries  ha7n7ners  for  breaking  stones.] 
Andrew  [looking  doubtful]. 

Companion?     Who  is  this  I  pray  thee  tell? 
Civilization. 

Awlay,  or    work,  thou'lt    know   him    soon   full 

well. 
Where'er  the  Common  Man  his  way  may  wend. 
There  work  must  stay  beside  him  as  his  friend. 
When  work  deserts  him,  then  must  come  despair. 
Hold  fast  to  Awlay  with  thy  utmost  care. 
Andrew. 

Civilization,  thou  hast  counseled  true. 

[Takes  Awlay's  hand.] 
Awlay,  my  friend,  what  dost  thou  bid  me  do? 
Awlay  [hayiding  hammer]. 

The  Highway  of  the  King  should  be  most  fair. 
'Tis  ours,  good  friend,  to  keep  it  in  repair. 

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THE   HIGHWAY  OF  THE   KING 

We'll  break  the  stones,  and  make  the  roadway 

neat 
That  It  may  be  prepared  for  royal  feet. 
Andrew. 

The  task  Is  hard,  but  yet  I  now  accept. 
No   king   shall   say   the    road   hath    not    been 
kept. 
Civilization. 

I  leave  thee.  Common  Man,  thy  work  to  do. 
Yet,  mark  me,  keep  the  roadway  well  in  view. 
Look  upward,  forward,  for  I  caution  thee 
Great   things   upon   life's   roadway  thou    shalt 
see. 

[Exit,  right,] 
Andrew. 

"Look  upward,  forward!"    Aye,  indeed  I  will. 

AWLAY. 

^^et  keep  on  working,  working,  working  still. 
[They   begin   to   break   stones   in   the 
roadway.   Enter  Vera  and  Corinna, 
left.     Vera  carries  a  leather  water- 
bottle  a7id  a  bag  of  meal.] 
Vera  [zvith  a  glad  cry]. 

Ah!     We  have  found  thee,  Andrew.     We  are 

here 
To  see  how  we  can  help  or  bring  thee  cheer. 
Andrew  [kissing  her  forehead]. 

Brave  woman,  thou  art  ever  near  at  need; 
Thy  courage  and  thy  love  are  great  indeed! 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Vera. 

Corinna,  greet  thy  father  tenderly; 

He  starts  upon  his  journey  now,  we  see. 
[Corinna  kisses  father.] 
Andrew. 

We  start  upon  our  journey,  thou  shouldst  say. 

1  would  not  go  if  thou,  my  wife,  shouldst  stay. 
Vera. 

Nay,  I  am  with  thee  all  thy  thoughts  to  feel. 

See,  here  is  water  and  a  bag  of  meal. 

[She  hands  leather  bottle,  from  which 
Andrew  drinks.  Child  scoops  out 
meal  with  a  wooden  howl  and  hands 
it  to  father.  He  eats.  Awlay  con- 
tinues working.] 
Andrew. 

Feed  my  companion.  Vera;   he's  a  friend 

To  travel  with  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

Vera  a7id  Corinna  give  food  to 
Awlay.  As  he  is  eating,  there  is  a 
blast  of  trumpets  and  the  sound  of 
shouting  and  music.  Music,  *'  The 
Conquering  Hero.^*  Enter  Trump- 
eters and  Dancers  in  Ro^nan  cos- 
t2cme.  Andrew,  Awlay,  Vera,  and 
Corinna  draw  back  to  the  left-hand 
front  corner  of  the  stage.  The  Dan- 
cers dance  dozvn  to  the  front,  and 
then  form  two  lines,  leaving  an  open- 

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THE  HIGHWAY  OF  THE   KING 

ing  np  center  of  stage.    Roman  Sol- 
diers enter  at  rear,  left,  and  form  a 
line  facing  rear  of  stage,  with  hack  to 
audience.   Enter  a  great  Conqueror, 
escorted  by  a  body-gnard.     The  Sol- 
diers stand  at  attention.     The  Dan- 
cers   hozv    with    their    heads    to    the 
ground.] 
Soldiers,  Trumpeters,  and  Dancers. 
Hail  to  thee.  Conqueror! 
Hail  to  thee,  hero! 

[The  Conqueror  marches  to  the  cen- 
ter of  stage,  rear,  then  advances  dozen 
center  between  Dancers.  He  is  ac- 
companied by  Guards  and  Gen- 
erals.] • 
Vera  [left,  front,  aside  to  Andrew]. 

Perchance    this    is    the    King   whom    now    we 
see. 
Andrew  [aside  to  Vera]. 

Hush!     Let  us  wait.    Indeed  it  may  be  he. 
Conqueror  [glancing  about  haughtily]. 

What    is    this    roadway?      Speak!      Can    any 

tell? 
Why  silence?     Are  you  all  beneath  a  spell? 
First  General  [bowing  low]. 

Oh,  Conqueror,  I  ne'er  have  seen  the  place. 
Second  General  [bowing  low]. 

'Tis  new  to  me.     No  landmark  can  I  trace. 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Conqueror  [angrily]. 

Bring  on  those  slaves — those  captives  of  my 

might. 
Perchance  they'll  tell  me  of  the  place  aright. 

[A  Guard  goes  out,  left,  rear.] 
Whate'er  the  place,  'twill  doubtless  soon  be  mine. 
Throughout  the  world  my  conquests  brightly 

shine. 
My  name  is  feared  wherever  man  hath  birth. 
The  Conqueror  is  king  of  all  the  earth! 

[Enter  Guard  with  several  Slaves, 
men  and  wome?i.  Their  hands  are 
chained  behind  them  and  their  heads 
are  drooping.  Guard  motions  them 
to  kneel  in  front  of  the  Conqueror.] 
Conqueror. 

Ha!    Now  your  haughty  heads  are  drooping  low! 
So  heads  shall  droop  wherever  I  may  go. 
Speak!  Canst  thou  tell  the  name  this  place  may 
bear? 

[The  Slaves  look  around,  hut  shake 
their  heads  mournfully.] 
Then  take  them  back,  and  have  them  watched 
with  care. 

[Guards  take  Slaves  out.] 
Can   none  this   name   before  your   Conqueror 
bring? 
Andrew  [from  left]. 

Oh,  Conqueror!    Tis  the  Highway  of  the  King. 

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Conqueror. 

Who  speaks?  Come  forth!  I  would  thy  features 
scan. 
Guard  [leading  Andrew]. 

He's  here,  Great  Conqueror!    'Tis  a  Common 
Man! 
Conqueror. 

A  Common  Man?    How  dared  he  speak  to  me? 
Andrew  [firmly y  hut  fearfully]. 

Thou  asked  a  question,  and  I  answered  thee. 
Conqueror. 

Down  on  thy  knees!     A  Conqueror  puts  thee 

there! 
Happy  art  thou,  if  he  thy  Hfe  shall  spare. 

[Andrew  si7iks  to  knees,  trembling. 

Vera  sohs.    Conqueror  hears  her.] 

More    common    people!     Kneel,    ye    common 

herd! 
And  hear  with  gratitude  a  Conqueror's  word. 
[Vera,  Corinna,  and  Awlay  kneel. 
Conqueror  turns  again  to  Andrew.] 
Now,  Common  Man,  what  road  is  this  we  tread  ? 
Andrew. 

It  is  the  King's  Highway,  IVe  heard  it  said. 
Conqueror. 

Then  it  is  mine.     I'm  king  where'er  I  go! 
Andrew. 

Thou  mayst  be  king,  but  that  I  do  not  know! 
[The  Conqueror  s  follozoers  gasp.] 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEA40CRACY 

Conqueror  [furiously]. 

Thou  dost  not  know?  I  tell  thee  I  am  king! 
The  whip  this  fellow's  senses  soon  will  bring! 
[Guard  strikes  Andrew  with  whip. 
He  shrinks  hack,  left.] 
Lead  on!  This  Highway  shall  be  mine,  I  vow! 
For  all  the  world  before  me  soon  will  bow! 

[Trumpeters  blow  blast  and  lead  off, 
right,  followed  by  Dancers,  Guards, 
Generals,  and  Conqueror.] 
Corinna. 

Was  that  the  real  King  whom  we  now  did  see? 
Andrew. 

Nay,  sweet  Corinna.    Nay.    That  was  not  he. 

For  joy  and  peace  and  love  he  sure  will  bring. 

We  still  must  wait.  We  have  not  seen  the  King. 

[A  bright  light  shines  in  from  the  right 

— a  rainbow,  if  possible.] 

Vera. 

A  light!     A  light  the  heavens  seems  to  span. 
Andrew. 

A  beam  of  promise  for  the  Common  Man! 

[Andrew  and  Awlay  go  on  working.] 


\Curtain.\ 


Episode  II 

THE    MEDIEVAL   HIGHWAY 

Scene. — The  same  highway  at  another  point.  In 
the  distance  are  seen  castles,  {Distant  scene  may 
he  omitted.) 
Curtain  rises,  discovering  Andrew  a7id  Awlay  at 
work,  breaking  stories,  near  the  center  of  the 
stage,  front.  Andrew  is  dressed  as  a  peasant 
of  the  Middle  Ages. 
Andrew. 

And  so  we're  still  at  work,  my  hardy  friend. 
When  think'st  thou  that  our  patient  toil  will 
end  ? 
Awlay. 

He  tastes  no  happiness  who'll  labor  shirk, 
For  happiness  and  peace  are  earned  by  work. 
Andrew. 

Yet  would  my  hammer  have  a  heartier  ring 
Had  I  the  commendation  of  the  King. 
For  I  was  promised  what  some  day  must  be — 
The  King  in  all  his  glory  I  shall  see. 

[He  looks  off,  left.] 

Here  Vera  comes;  she  surely  brings  good  cheer. 

The  scene  grows  brighter  as  her  step  draws  near. 

[Enter  Vera,  carrying  a  stone  bottle 

of  water  and  a  basket  of  dark  bread, 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Vera  is  dressed  in  fashion  oj  peasants 
of  the  Middle  Ages.] 
Now  welcome,   noble    wife.      Toil    seems    but 

light 
When    thou    art    near    to    keep    the    roadway 
bright. 

[Vera  sets  down  bottle,  takes  out  cup 
and  pours  water.     Then  gives  bread.] 

Vera. 

Here*s  water  pure,  and  bread  but  freshly  made. 

{They  eat  and  drink.] 
How  fares  thy  work?    Has  aught  thy  progress 
stayed  ? 
Andrew. 

Nay.     On  we  go  to  make  the  roadway  clear; 
Some  day  the  King  will  on  this  road  appear. 
Vera  [looking  left]. 

Here  comes  Corinna  full  of  childish  glee. 
Some  merry  thing  upon  the  road  must  be. 

[Enter  Corinna,  running  and  laugh- 
ing.] 
Corinna. 

Oh,  Mother,  Father,  look,  a  jester  gay, 
All  full  of  spritely  tricks  and  jokes  and  play! 
[Enter,  left,  the  King  s  Jester,  dressed 
in  cap  and  bells  and  carrying  the  usual 
jester's  scepter  with  bells.  He  dances 
in  and  turns  somersaults  across  the 
stage.] 

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Jester  [righting  himself  and  nodding  his  head  in 
time  to  his  words]. 
Of  all  men's  work  I  do  a  half. 
'Tis  mine  to  make  the  people  laugh! 
Then  jingle,  jingle! 
Spingle!  spingle! 
Listen  to  a  little  chafF. 
Ha!     Ha! 

[Vera  and  Corinna  stand,  left,  la^igh- 
ing.] 
Andrew. 

'Tis  good  to  have  thee,  little  jester,  here; 
Thou  makest  the  labor  Hghter  with  thy  cheer. 
Jester  [as  before]. 

Now  that  is  just  what  I  am  for. 
'Tis  mine  to  open  wide  the  door. 
Then  jingle,  jingle! 
Spingle,  spingle! 
I  let  the  sunshine  flood  the  floor. 
Ha!    Ha! 

[He  turns  a  somersault.] 
Andrew. 

Now  canst  thou  tell  us  any  proper  thing 
About  this  noble  Highway  of  the  King.? 
Jester. 

A  roadway  'tis  from  left  to  ri^^ht; 
It  onward  goes  till  out  of  sight, 
Then  jingle,  jingle! 
Spingle,  spingle! 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Make  good  the  road  with  all  thy  might! 
Ha!     Ha! 
Vera. 

Aye !    But  the  King  who  owns  the  road,  pray  tell 
Canst  thou  but  show  us  where  this  King  may 
dwell? 
Jester. 

Now  mark  me  well  and  write  me  down. 
/  am  the  King — all  but  the  gown! 
Then  jingle,  jingle! 
Spingle,  spingle! 
I'll  dofF  my  cap  and  show  my  crown. 
Ha!     Ha! 

[Takes  off  hat  and  shows  top  of  head. 
All  laugh.] 
Andrew. 

But  of  a  truth  this  King  we  fain  would  see, 
For  we  would  know  how  noble  he  may  be. 
Jester. 

A  fool's  a  king,  though  not  to  rule; 
His  throne  is  but  a  little  stool. 
Then  jingle,  jingle! 
Spingle,  spingle! 
A  king  may  sometimes  be  a  fool. 
Ha!    Ha! 

[They  laugh,      A  blast  of  music  is 
heard.] 
Hark!     'Tis  the  King  in  very  deed. 
Then  hide  thee,  fool,  with  greatest  speed. 

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[He  hides  to  right.  Andrew,  Awlay, 
Vera,  and  Corinna  draw  back,  left. 
A  clatter  of  horses  is  heard,  left.  Enter 
a  Herald.] 
Herald. 

Make  way  for  the  King! 

[All  zvatch.  Enter  a  number  of 
Ladies  and  Gentlemen  in  riding- 
habit  of  the  Middle  Ages.  The 
Gentlemen  gallantly  lead  the  Ladies. 
They  form  an  avenue  and  bow  low  as 
the  King  enters.  The  King  is  dressed 
in  the  fashion  of  the  Middle  Ages. 
He  stands,  angrily,  center,  with 
Guards  right  and  left.] 
King  [indicating  land  at  rear]. 

Whose  land  is  this,  with  fertile  field  and  dell? 
Rich  stores  should  come  from  this.     Whose  is 
it,  tell? 
First  Baron  [bowing]. 

Tis  mine,  O  King,  and  'twas  my  father's,  too. 
And  for  this  land  to  thee  I  homage  do. 
King. 

Then  give  me  gold,  since  thou  my  vassal  art. 
You  barons  will  not  from  your  hoardings  part. 
First  Baron  [bowing]. 

Nay,  by  thy  leave,  fair  Liege,  I  paid  my  dues. 
Nay,  hear  me  all!    More  money  I  refuse! 
[All  aghast.] 
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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

King  [furiously]. 

What,  wretch!     Refuse  thy  King,  thy  overlord? 
First  Baron. 

No  feudal  service  bids  me  this  afford! 

Thou  art  the  King,  but  man  some  rights  can 

hold. 
Thy  tyranny  hast  made  thy  subjects  bold! 
King. 
Then  thou  shalt  straight  a  monarch's  fury  know! 

[To  Guards.] 
Put  him  in  chains  and  to  the  dungeon  go! 
Several  Barons. 

Hold,  hold,  my  Liege! 
King. 

Nay,  silence,  every  one! 
The  King  hath  spoken;  let  his  word  be  done! 
[Chains  are  placed  on  the  Baron  and 
he  is  led  offy  left.] 
We'll   take    this    roadway   straight    across    his 

land, 
That  all  the  realms  my  will  may  understand. 
Andrew  [coming  forward  and  kneeling]. 

Nay,  by  thy  leave,  this  is  the  King's  Highway, 
He  who  will  tread  it  on  some  future  day! 
King  [disdainfully]. 
What  have  we  here?    What  creature  blocks  my 
path? 
Second  Baron. 

A  Common  Man  has  braved  a  monarch's  wrath! 

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King. 

Put  chains  upon  him.     He  shall  rue  the  day 
He  dared  a  monarch's  judgment  to  delay! 

[The  Guards  put  chains  on  Andrew. 
Vera  and  Corinna  weep,     Awlay 
stands  in  a  despairing  attitude.] 
Now  on!    I  am  the  overlord  of  all. 
Let  no  man  cross  me,  be  he  great  or  small! 
[Exeunt    King    arid   Guards,   back, 
right,  followed  by  Ladies  and  some 
Barons.      Jfter    King   passes   out, 
other    Barons    discuss    arigrily    to- 
gether.] 

[Enter  Civilization,  right,  front.] 
Civilization  [aside]. 

The  time  has  come  when  I  a  step  may  take. 
The  progress  of  the  world  is  now  at  stake. 
[Barons  go  out,  talking.] 
Andrew  [seeing  Civilization]. 

Civilization,  dost  thou  see  my  plight? 
Man  cannot  work  when  rulers  do  not  right. 
Civilization. 

Fear    not,    O    Common    Man,   thou    shalt    be 

free. 
The   world    awakes!     Thy   rights   it   soon   will 
see! 

[Exit  CiwiLiZATiof^, right, back.  Jest- 
er, who  has  been   hiding,  right,  ad- 
vances to  center.] 
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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Jester  [in  stage  whisper]. 

So,  too  much  power  does  not  pay. 
Old  monarchy  will  have  its  day. 
Then  jingle,  jingle! 
Spingle,  spingle! 
The  King's  a  fool,  the  jesters  say. 
Ha!    Ha! 

[He  laughs y  turns  a  few  somersaults, 
and  exits y  right ,  hack.  A  shout  is 
heard,  of  right.] 

[Enter  Civilization,  carrying  a  docu- 
ment having  seals,  etc.    He  is  followed 
hy  Barons,  much  excited.] 
Andrew. 

What  news?    The  Common  Man  would  know 
the  news. 
Second  Baron. 

Here's   news   enough,   if  tidings   thou  wouldst 
choose! 
Third  Baron. 

The  King  hath  signed  a  charter  for  his  land; 
His  name  is  plainly  writ  in  letters  grand. 
Civilization  [reading]. 

"  No  freeman  shall  in  prison  e'er  be  bound 
Unless  in  court  he  shall  be  guilty  found. 
No  taxes  shall  the  King  by  right  receive 
Unless  the  Council  shall  have  given  leave. 
All  justice  shall  with  righteousness  be  stayed, 
Nor  bought,  nor  sold,  denied,  nor  yet  delayed." 

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Vera  [eagerly,  to  Andrew]. 

Then  thou  art  free!    These  heavy  chains  must 
fall! 
Second  Baron. 

Hold!     I  will  loose  them.     We  are  freemen  all! 
[lie  takes  chains  from  the  Common 
Man.    Work  straightens  up.    Cor- 
INNA  claps  her  hands.] 
Andrew. 

Civilization,  what  is  this  thou  hast? 
Wliat  brings  the  Common  Man  this  hope  at 
last? 
Civilization  [holding  up  document]. 

Lift  up  thy  head  and  greet  the  dawning  day. 
The  Magna  Charta  Hghts  the  King's  Highway! 
[Civilization  stands,  center,  holding 
tip  Magna  Charta  and  surrounded  by 
Barons.  Andrew,  Vera,  Corinna 
stand  left,  center,  lifting  their  hands 
tozvard  the  Magna  Charta.  Music, 
last  bars  of  ^^  Rule  Britannia.''^  Peas- 
ants""  dance  may  be  introduced  here, 
or  at  beginning  of  episode.] 


[Curtain.] 


Episode   III 


THE    MODERN    HIGHWAY 


Scene. — The  highway  at  a  third  point.  At  back 
are  seen  legislative  buildings.  {Back  scene  may 
be  omitted,  if  desired.)  There  is  a  stand  for 
flag,  forzuard  at  right. 
Curtain  rises,  discovering  Andrew  and  Awlay  at 
work  farther  along  the  road,  right,  frojit.  An- 
drew is  dressed  in  corduroys. 
Andrew. 

Ah!  will  the  road  be  fit  for  royal  feet? 
Awlay. 

When  made  by  honest  labor,  it  is  meet. 
Andrew. 

Some  spirit  bids  me  feel  that  hope  is  near. 
At  hand  the  strains  of  liberty  I  hear. 

[Music,  ^^Star-spangled  Banner.''] 
[Enter  Civilization,  right,  accom- 
panied by  United  States  and  At- 
tendant, carrying  large  American 
flag.  Andrew  and  Awlay  remove 
hats.] 
Civilization. 

Behold  this  standard!    Wide  the  banner  fling! 
Let  it  protect  the  Highway  of  the  King! 

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[Flag-bearer  places  flag  in  standi 
left.] 
Andrew. 

What  is  this  starry  banner  that  we  see? 
Civilization. 

Rejoice!     It  is  the  emblem  of  the  free! 

[To  Attendant.] 
Call  Justice  here,  and  also  Liberty; 
The  Common  Man's  protectors  they  shall  be. 
[Exit  Attendant,  right.] 
[Filter  Vera  and  Corinna,  left.   They 
are  dressed  as  modern  working-people. 
Vera  carries  dinner-pail.] 
Corinna  [as  she  runs  in]. 

A  banner,  Mother,  red  and  white  and  blue! 
How  bright  it  looks.    It  makes  me  happy,  too! 
[She  dances.] 
Vera  [crossing  to  Andrew  and  looking  at  flag]. 
Tis  beautiful  indeed!     It  gives  me  strength! 

[Draws  herself  up.] 
I  seem  to  feel  my  powers  astir  at  length. 
United  States. 

Women  and  children  well  this  flag  may  hail; 
'Tis  a  protection  that  will  never  fail. 

[Vera  and  Corinna  stand  gazing  at 

flag] 

[Enter  Attendant,  left,  followed  hy 

Justice  and  Liberty.      Justice  is 

dressed  in  long,  white  robe,  is  blind- 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

folded  and  carries  scales.    She  is  led 
by  Liberty  in  white  robe  with  liberty 
cap,  etc.    They  stand  left  and  right  of 
flag.] 
Liberty  [lifting  arms  with  gesture  of  freedom]. 
Beneath  this  banner  is  my  rightful  place; 
Here  chains  of  bondage  I  can  soon  efface. 
Justice  [holding  scales]. 

Here  some  day  all  shall  find  the  rights  of  law, 
Near    to    this    standard    the    oppressed    shall 
draw. 
Andrew. 

Is  it  the  Common  Man  this  law  controls? 
Civilization. 

He  voices  his  opinion  at  the  polls. 
Some  of  his  number  meet  to  legislate; 
Thus  he  controls  a  noble  nation's  fate. 
Andrew. 

Civilization,  all  I  owe  to  you. 
Oh,  give  me  knowledge  now  my  work  to  do! 
Civilization  [to  Attendant]. 
Bring  hither  Education  to  assist. 
Republics  all  her  wisdom  must  enlist. 
[Exit  Attendant,  right.] 
[Vera  and  Corinna  have  drawn  near 
to  United  States.] 
Vera. 

And  are  these  gifts  for  us  to  know  as  well? 
May  we  beneath  this  banner  safely  dwell? 

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Civilization. 

This  flag  gives  woman  opportunity, 
To  children  education  full  and  free. 

[Enter   Education,    right.       She    is 
dressed  in  cap  and  gown  and  comes  in 
smiling.] 
Education. 

At  last  a  place  where  I  all  men  may  reach, 
With  public  schools  where  I  may  freely  teach. 
[She  stands  near  flag,  right. \ 
Andrew. 

Now  all  seems  well.     We  lack  not  anything. 
This  all  must  bode  the  coming  of  the  King! 
Civilization. 

Oh,  Common  Man,  a  struggle  yet  must  be; 
No  true  man  can  enjoy  his  liberty 
While  others  are  oppressed  by  tyrant's  hand. 
And  warlike  monsters  devastate  the  land. 
I'll  stay  with  thee,  for    strength  thou'lt  surely 

need; 
A  great  ordeal's  before  thee,  so  take  heed! 

[Civilization  takes  Andrew's  hand. 
Vera  stands  looking  i7i  zvonder.  Co- 
RINNA  wanders  about,  picking  flowers. 
Music,  A  loud  explosion  is  heard,  left. 
CoRiNNA  looks  of  stage,  left,  screafns, 
aiid  runs  to  her  mother.] 
[Enter,  at  rear  of  stage,  right,  a  group 
of  Refugees,  carrying  bundles,  etc. 

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One  mother  has  a  hahy.  They  are  all 
hurrying  away  from  something,  and 
looking  fearfully  over  shoulders.  Fol- 
lozving  them,  hut  walking  backward,  is 
Belgium,  dressed  in  black,  and  carry- 
ing  in  the  right  hand  the  Belgian 
flag,  and  in  the  left  hand  a  lighted 
torch.  As  she  walks  backward,  pro- 
tecting those  behind  her,  she  faces 
Militarism,  who  enters,  right,  fol- 
lowed by  Pestilence  and  Famine. 
Militarism  has  an  upraised  sword, 
pointed  toward  the  heart  of  Belgium. 
The  group  reaches  left  of  the  center  rear 
of  stage.  Heavy,  mournful  music] 
Militarism  [speaking  between  his  teeth]. 

Come,  lower  that  torch.      I  hate  its  flaunting 
Hght! 

Thou  now  must  yield  all  power  unto  might! 

[Belgium  holds  torch  higher  a7id  looks 
fearlessly  at  Militarism.] 
Militarism  [continuing]. 

Insolent  weakhng,  yield  or  thou  must  die; 

World  conquest  now  or  downfall  is  my  cry! 

My  underlings  will  lay  thy  country  low; 

For  larger  prey  they  instantly  must  go! 
Belgium  [cahnly]. 

They  shall  not  pass!    The  torch  of  liberty 

I  hold  aloft  for  all  the  world  to  see ! 

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Militarism  [laughing  hoarsely]. 

What  canst  thou  do,  for  I  am  great  and  strong? 
Down  to  the  earth,  for  there  dost  thou  belong! 
[Strikes  Belgium  with  szvord.  Bel- 
gium sinks  down  upon  one  knee,  hut 
still  holds  torch  aloft.  Militarism 
motions  to  Pestilence  and  Famine, 
who  go  among  Refugees,  touching 
them.  As  they  are  touched  some  sink 
to  groimd.] 
Belgium  [looking  toward  Liberty]. 

Sweet  Liberty,  my  people  die  for  thee; 
Call  others  now  thy  worthy  knights  to  be. 

[Liberty   crosses   to    Belgium    and 
supports  her.] 
Liberty  [beckoning  to  left  of  stage]. 

Come,  sister  nations,  there  is  work  to  do; 
A  noble  cause  is  here  awaiting  you! 

[E7iter,  lefty  France,  Russia,  Brit- 
ain, and  Italy,  dressed  in  white  roles 
and  carrying  national  flags.] 
Belgium  [sinkings  hut  still  holding  torch]. 
My  body  weakens,  but  my  soul  is  true; 
Dear  sisters,  now  the  torch  I  give  to  you! 
[She  passes  torch  to  France.] 
France  [charging  forward  toward  Militarism  and 
holding  up  torch]. 
Back,  monster!    Still  my  children  shall  be  free. 
For  France  upholds  the  torch  of  liberty! 

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[Militarism  shrinks  a  little,  hut  still 
looks  defiant.     France  passes  torch 
to  Russia.] 
Russia  [holding  torch  aloft]. 

The  light  of  liberty  to  me  is  new. 

I  hold  the  torch  and  try  my  part  to  do! 

[Militarism  shrinks  a  little^  hut  smiles 
craftily.     Russia  passes  torch  to  Brit- 
ain.] 
Britain  [holding  torch  proudly]. 

The  Anglo-Saxon  speaks.     Thy  doom  is  nigh! 
On  land  and  sea  I  hold  the  beacon  high! 

[Militarism   shrinks,   then   crouches 
as  if  to  spring.     Britain  passes  torch 
to  Italy.] 
Italy  [uplifting  torch]. 

The  torch    :)f  liberty  shall  shine  for  all. 
We'll  stand  together  or  the  world  will  fall! 

[Militarism   growls  angrily   a7id  is 
ahout  to  leap  forward.] 
Andrew  [as  Vera  tries  to  silence  him]. 
Nay,  hold  me  not!     Stop,  military  lord! 
Canst  thou  from  Common  Man  a  word  afford? 
A  Conqueror  came  upon  this  road  before; 
His  day  is  gone.     He  owns  the  road  no  more. 
Militarism  [snarling  and  striding  toward  Andrew]. 
Thou  dar'st  to  speak!    Then  thou  shalt  be  my 

slave! 
The  Common  Man  is  but  a  paltry  knave! 

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THE  HIGHWAY  OF  THE  KING 

ril  rule  the  world,  and  thou  shalt  follow  me; 

But  first  thy  wife  and  child  shalt  fettered  be! 
[Strides  toward  Vera  and  Corinna. 
United  States  steps  quickly  up  to 
Italy,  and^  taking  the  torch,  raises  it 
high  above  her  head,  flying  swijtly 
toward  Militarism.  Music  suggest- 
ing conflict  followed  by  victory,  as 
Militarism,  taken  by  surprise,  falls 
to  the  ground.  United  States  takes 
sword  from  Militarism  and  slays 
him.  Then,  placing  her  foot  upon 
his  body,  she  holds  the  torch  high  as 
there  is  a  burst  of  triumphal  music. 
Refugees  kneel  in  prayer.] 
United  States. 

I  could  no  longer  wait.     Man,  thou  art  free! 

Columbia  holds  the  torch  of  liberty! 

Ah,  sister  nations,  let  us  join  in  peace. 

And  plan  a  league  to  bid  all  warfare  cease! 
Andrew. 

The  King!   The  King!   Ah,  tell  me,  where  is  he? 

Civilization. 

Look  to  the  future.    There  the  King  will  be. 


[Curtain.] 


Episode  IV 

THE    FUTURE    HIGHWAY 

Scene. —  The  highway  at  a  fourth  point.    At  hack 
are   seen    chi^nneys    and   other    indications    of 
trade    and    commerce,     (Back    scene    may    he 
omitted,  if  desired.) 
Curtain  rises,  discovering  Andrew  and  Awlay  at 
work  farther  along  the  road^  extreme  right,  front. 
Dress  as  in  Episode  III, 
[Note. — In  this  act  the  language  shows  a  change, 
as  adapted  to  the  modern  workaday  world.] 
Andrew. 

Tyrants  are  conquered  now,  and  hope  is  near. 
Perhaps  the  King  himself  will  soon  appear. 
Awlay. 

We'll  work  and  hope,  then  welcome  peace  and 

joy- 
None  can  be  sad  when  hours  they  well  employ. 

[Enter  Civilization,  right.] 

Andrew. 

Perhaps  you've  come  to  lead  me  to  the  King. 

Civilization. 

Nay,  Common  Man,  but  other  things  I  bring. 

[A  noise  is  heard,  left,    Efiter  Vera 

and  Corinna,  running.     They  stand 

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THE   HIGHWAY  OF  THE   KING 

near  Andrew.    Enters  lefty  a  number 
of    working-men    and  -womeny    with 
some  children.     They  are  talking  ex- 
citedly \ 
First  Working-man  \ahove  the  others]. 
Shall  we  endure  our  labor  thus  to  give, 
The  pay  affording  not  enough  to  live? 
All. 
No!    No! 

[Enter  Capital,  left.  He  is  dressed 
in  the  street  dress  of  a  rich  man  of  the 
time.  He  may  enter  in  an  automobile 
and  alight.  The  crowd  draws  backy  left 
and  right.  Capital  walks  to  center.] 
Capital. 

What  is  this  uproar?    What  this  noise  and  stir? 
Second  Working-man. 

Your  factory  hands  demand  fair  treatment,  sir! 
Capital. 

You  are  not  starving.     What  do  you  demand? 
You  speak  as  if  you  truly  owned  the  land! 
First  Working-man. 

Shall  we  spend  hours  in  poorly  lighted  shops, 
Without  our  portion  of  the  nation's  crops? 
All. 

No!    No! 
Second  Working-man. 

Are  we  not  men  with  muscle,  brain,  and  heart? 
In  commerce  take  we  not  an  active  part? 

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All. 
Yes!    Yes! 

First  Woman. 

I  care  not  for  the  present  nation's  wealth, 

Vm  looking  to  the  future  nation's  health. 

We  women  ask  conditions  safe  and  clean, 

And  working-hours  that   health   and   strength 
shall  mean. 
Second  Woman  [caressing  child]. 

For  children  we  demand  their  time  for  play. 

The  life  of  childhood,  not  to  work  for  pay. 
Capital. 

Come,  come,  my  money  keeps  you  all  alive. 

Upon  my  wages  only  you  can  thrive. 

For  business  governs  all  on  this  highway. 

And  Capital  is  ruler  all  men  say. 
Andrew  [stepping  forward]. 

Nay.     Let  me,  friend,  some  information  bring. 

This  road  is  still  the  Highway  of  the  King! 
[All  look  at  him.] 
Capital. 

And  who  are  you?  Pray  let  me  know  your  name. 
Andrew. 

I  am  a  Common  Man,  unknown  to  fame. 

Civilization  long  has  taught  to  me 

That  I  shall  know  the  King  when  him  I  see. 

Joy,   Peace,   and  Love  will  come  when  he  is 
here. 

Yet  these  with  Capital  do  not  appear, 

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THE  HIGHWAY  OF  THE   KING 

I  wait  the  King.     He'll  come  in  his  own  day. 
When  that  will  be  I  truly  cannot  say. 
Capital  [scornfully]. 

You're  but  an  upstart;  I'll  not  hark  to  you. 
First  Working-man. 

Nay,  he  is  right! 
Second  Working-man. 

I  like  his  sayings,  too. 
First  Woman. 

The  Common  Man?      Perhaps  he  is  the   king! 
Second  Woman. 

Why  not.f^    It  is  a  very  likely  thing. 
Several  Men. 

A    throne!     A    throne!     The    Common    Man 
is  king! 

[Several  run  out.] 
Others. 

He  is  our  monarch.     Let  his  praises  ring! 

[Enter  several^  with  a  low  platform  or 
box,  which  is  placed  in  center.     They 
set  Andrew  upon  it.  Capital  stands 
contemptuously  watching.     Music] 
First  Woman. 

Bring  a  true  woman.     She  shall  be  our  queen! 
[Vera  is  placed  beside  Andrew.] 
Second  Woman. 

And  place  the  little  princess  here  between. 

[They    place    Corinna    between    her 
parents^ 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

First  Man. 
Now,  where  is  Labor?     He's  our  helper  true. 

[Seeing  Awlay.] 
Ah,  here  is  Labor.     Let  him  be  there,  too. 
[Awlay  sits  at  foot  of  platform.] 
[Andrew  is  trying  to  speak,  but  they 
have  not  allowed  him.] 
Andrew  [at  last]. 

Nay!      I'm    no    king!      Where    is    my    castle 
bold .? 
Second  Man. 

**A  man's  house  is  his  castle,"  I've  been  told! 
First  Woman. 

That  saying's  from  the  Revolution,  too! 
Andrew. 

And  yet,  my  friends,  the  saying  is  not  true! 
First  Man. 
Not  true,  oh.  Common  Man!    What  mean  you 
there  .^ 
Andrew. 

Shall  man  unto  his  castle  walls  repair. 
Pull  up  the  bridge  and  fill  the  frowning  moat, 
And  o'er  his  liberty  in  safety  gloat? 
No  man  is  safe  while  others  feel  distress; 
No  man  is  just  while  any  can  oppress. 
Come,    Capital.      Will    you     not     share     the 
throne? 
Capital  [at  left]. 

Nay,  I  feel  safer  standing  all  alone! 

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Aw  LAY. 

And  Labor  likes  his  own  devices  best, 
So  Capital  is  not  a  welcome  guest. 
Andrew. 

Civilization,  come,  I  need  you  here. 
Civilization  [entering^  right,  with  Attendant]. 
And     since     you     need     me     I     will     straight 
appear. 
Andrew. 

Show    us    some    way    that    we    may    all    join 

hands. 
Some  friend  to  help  us  settle  all  demands. 
Civilization. 

'Tis  Arbitration  whom  you  sorely  need. 

[To  Attendant.] 
Bring  Arbitration  who's  a  friend  indeed. 

[Exit  Attendant.] 
When  all  the  world  can  learn  to  arbitrate. 
No  strife  is  needed  to  decide  our  fate. 

[Enter  Attendant,  followed  hy  Ar- 
bitration. Arbitration  is  dressed 
in  white  and  carries  a  book  of  law. 
As  she  enters  she  brings  Justice  and 
Liberty  to  front  of  throne.] 
Arbitration. 

Civilization  calls,  so  I  am  here; 

I  stand  with  Liberty  and  Justice  dear. 

True  Liberty  is  Liberty  for  all. 

And  Justice  comes  at  Arbitration's  call. 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Come,  Education!     Without  you  Fm  mute. 

[Enter  Education.] 
Now  we  are  here.    Pray  tell  us  the  dispute. 
Andrew. 

Make  Capital  and  Labor  friends,  I  pray. 
They've  been  disputing  on  the  King's  Highway. 
Arbitration  [taking  Awlay's  hand]. 

How  I  have  longed  to  reconcile  these  two! 
Labor,  you're  needed;   Wealth  we  must  have 
you. 

[Looks  from  one  to  the  other ^ 
Let's  make  some  laws  to  which  we'll  all  agree, 
And  Education  shall  our  writer  be. 

[Hands  Education  the  book.] 
Awlay. 

Shall   I   have    leave   to    speak    in    these    same 
laws  .^ 
Arbitration. 

You    shall    have    leave    to    freely    plead    your 
cause. 
Capital. 

Will  my  experience  help  these  laws  to  frame? 
Arbitration. 

Were  you  left  out  the  laws  would  be  to  blame. 
Capital. 

Then  I  am  ready  quite  to  arbitrate. 

[Comes  forward  to  Arbitration.] 

AwLAY. 

And  I  accept  this  way  to  guide  my  fate. 

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THE  HIGHWAY  OF  THE  KING 

Arbitration  [joining  their  hands]. 

To-morrow  on  the  Highway  we  shall  meet 
To  make  our  peace  and  happiness  complete. 
[The  Working-people  cheer.] 
Andrew  [comi^ig  down  from  platform  zuith  Vera 
and  Corinna]. 
Man  is  not  King,  for  Love,  and  Joy,  and  Peace 
Come  not  to  make  all  doubt  forever  cease. 
Civilization,  mount  the  throne  and  show 
How  Common  Man  the  King  of  Kings  shall 
know. 
Civilization  [on  platform]. 

Join  hands,  if  you  would  truly  know  the  King, 
For   comradeship    Peace,   Joy,    and   Love   will 
bring. 

[All  join  hands.] 

[Music.  Enter  Love,  right,  dressed 
in  pink  decorated  with  garlands  of 
roses.  She  may  dance.  Also  Peace, 
left,  in  white,  carrying  an  olive  bratich. 
They  join  hands  gracefully,  then  stand 
right  and  left  of  platform.] 
Andrew  [eagerly]. 

Joy!    Joy!    I  feel  that  joy  is  coming,  too! 
Joy  [entering,  right]. 

She  comes  with  her  attendants  unto  you. 

[Joy  is  dressed  in  gold  and  is  followed 
by  about  a  dozen  Dancers,  also  in 
gold.     They  perform  a  dance  of  joy, 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

going  in  and  out  among  the  actors^ 

and  finally  sit  in  a  semicircle  toward 

the  front  of  the  stage. \ 
Vera. 

Civilization,  teach  us  to  increase 
This  wondrous  fellowship  of  Joy  and  Peace. 
Civilization. 

God  is  the  King!     The  highway  here  is  life. 
Where  all  the  ages  come  in  ardent  strife. 
The  Common  Man  with  Labor  by  his  side 
Works  year  by  year  upon  the  roadway  wide; 
Civilization  helps  him  on  his  way, 
Till  he  at  last  shall  find  the  perfect  day, 
When  men  and  women  hand  in  hand  will  go, 
No  rank,  no  pride,  no  war  nor  bondage  know; 
Then  Arbitration  comes  and  all  is  well. 
Peace,  Joy,  and  Love,  with  man  shall  ever  dwell. 
Nations  shall  banish  envy,  hate,  and  ire. 
Strong  brotherhood  shall  keep  the  holy  fire; 
So  shall  the  King  of  Kings  be  ever  near 
To  banish  weary  sorrow,  strife,  and  fear. 
Then  let  us  join  the  Common  Man  and  bring 
Sweet  Concord  to  the  Highway  of  the  King. 

[Chorus:  "  These  Things  Shall Be^^] 

[Curtain] 


^  Music  by  J.  Hatton.    Words  by  J.  A.  Symonds.    Assembly  Song 
Book.    A.  S.  Barnes  &  Co. 


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THE  CONVERSION  OF  MRS.  SLACKER 

A  PATRIOTIC  PLAY 

{Suitable  for  school  exercises,  or  any  kind  of  enter- 
taifiment  where  patriotic  appeal  is  desired) 


CHARACTERS  AND  COSTUMES 

Mrs.  Slacker. — Fashionable  afternoon  dress;  ear-rings;  carries  lor- 
gnette. 

Martha. — Black  dress;  white  maid's  apron  and  cap. 

Alphonso  Slacker. — Rain-coat  and  cap.  Later,  dressing-gown  or 
suit. 

Mrs.  Loyal. — Simple  walking-dress  and  hat;  carries  bag  containing 
letter. 

Food  Conservation  Girl. — Ordinary  afternoon  dress;  carries  card. 

Red  Cross  Girl. — Regulation  Red  Cross  uniform. 

Young  Lady. — Street  dress. 

Boy  Scout. — Regulation  uniform. 

Columbia. — JVhite  robe  draped  in  American  flag.  At  first  she  is  en- 
veloped in  long,  dark  cape  with  hood. 


PROLOGUE 

The  dark  day  brings  the  adder  out, 
"And  that  craves  wary  walking"; 

And  times  of  peril  without  doubt 
Find  slackers  boldly  stalking. 

Now  adders  will  be  adders  still 

(Or  so  it  is  asserted), 
But  never  give  up  slackers  till 

At  last  they're  all  converted. 

'Tis  Mrs.  Slacker  now  appears; 

Watch  all  that  may  transpire. 
You'll  scorn  her  just  at  first,  my  dears, 

But  later  you'll  admire. 


THE    CONVERSION    OF    MRS.    SLACKER 

A  Patriotic  Play 

Scene. — A  room  in  Mrs.  Slacker's  home.   Chairs 

right,  left,  and  center.     Period  of  the  World  War. 

[Eyiter  Mrs.  Slacker,  left,  zvith  maid. 

Mrs.  Slacker's  manner  is  affected. 

She  carries  a  lorgnette.] 

Mrs.  Slacker.    Now,  Martha,  be  sure  to  have 

a  good  luncheon,  for  you  know  Mr.  Alphonso  is  at 

home  to-day,  and  the  dear  boy  loves  good  things 

to  eat. 

Martha.    Yes,  ma'am. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Have  plenty  of  meat,  nice  white 
bread,  and,  above  all,  plenty  of  sugar. 

Martha.  If  you  please,  Mrs.  Slacker,  they  do 
say  there's  a  shortage  of  sugar,  'count  of  the  war, 
ma'am. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Nonsense!  My  grocer  won't 
dare  refuse  sugar  to  me.  I'm  a  good  customer,  you 
know.  Don't  worry  about  that,  Martha.  Just  use 
all  the  sugar  you  need.  My  poor  dear  boy  has  a 
sweet  tooth. 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Martha.    Very  well,  ma'am. 
[Exit,  right.] 

Mrs.  Slacker  [taking  up  novel  and  yawning]. 
These  war  scares  are  certainly  annoying.  Why 
should  respectable  people  be  short  of  sugar  just 
because  Congress  chooses  to  go  to  war? 

[Enter  Alphonso,  right.    He  wears  a 
long  rain-coat  and  swaggers  in.] 

Alphonso.   Hello,  Mother! 

Mrs.  Slacker  [starting.  Oh,  Alphonso,  how 
you  frightened  me!    Where  have  you  been? 

Alphonso.  I  just  took  a  little  walk.  Down  here 
at  the  armory  a  man  was  trying  to  get  me  to  en- 
list. 

Mrs.  Slacker  [throwing  up  her  hands].  Enlist! 
How  dreadful !  Don't  you  do  anything  of  the  kind ! 
Why,  you're  only  twenty  years  old,  and  your 
mother's  darling  boy.    Why  should  you  enlist? 

Alphonso.  That's  what  I  say.  Let  the  other 
fellows  get  shot  if  they  want  to.  I'll  stay  at  home 
and — and — and — take  care  of  the  country.  Be- 
sides, I  can't  give  up  my  career. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Quite  right,  Alphonso.  Your 
career  is  very  important.  Of  course  you  haven't 
started  on  it  yet,  but  you  may  start  any  day. 

Alphonso  [sitting  down  lazily].  That's  what  I 
say.  Mother.  Still,  if  the  war  lasts  another  year, 
I  suppose  I  may  be  drafted. 

Mrs.  Slacker.    No  indeed!     I'll  not  let  them 

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THE  CONVERSION  OF  MRS.   SLACKER 

take  you!  I'll  move  right  to — to  Peru,  or — or — 
Mexico,  or  some  place  like  that,  where  they  can't 
get  you. 

{Enter  Martha  with  letter.] 

Martha.  Here's  a  letter  that's  been  returned 
for  postage,  Mrs.  Slacker. 

Mrs.  Slacker  [taking  letter].  Postage!  Why, 
there's  a  two-cent  stamp  on  it! 

Alphonso.  They're  charging  three  cents  now, 
Mother.  War  tax,  you  know. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Three  cents,  to  send  a  letter  to 
Hoboken!   It  isn't  worth  it! 

Alphonso.    Maybe  not,  but  that's  the  law. 

Mrs.  Slacker  [tearing  up  letter].  Well,  I  declare! 
I  w^on't  send  the  letter.  They're  not  going  to  get 
a  war  tax  out  of  me! 

[Exit  Martha,  right.] 

Alphonso.  I  had  to  pay  a  war  tax  on  those 
theater  tickets  I  bought. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  It's  scandalous!  What  is  the 
country  coming  to? 

[Enter  Mrs.  Loyal.] 

Mrs.  Loyal.  Oh,  Mrs.  Slacker,  I  couldn't  keep 
the  news  to  myself!  I've  just  received  a  letter 
from  my  son  at  Spartanburg! 

Mrs.  Slacker.  He's  sick,  I  suppose.  Take  a 
seat,  Mrs.  Loyal. 

Mrs.  Loyal  [sittiyig].  No,  he's  not  sick.  He  says 
camp  life  quite  agrees  with  him.    Let  me  read  you 

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PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

just  one  paragraph.  [Reading.]  "Now,  Mother, 
I  don't  want  you  to  be  worried,  for  Uncle  Sam 
is  taking  good  care  of  me,  and  I  am  very,  very 
proud  to  be  working  for  Uncle  Sam.  Imagine 
how  I  should  feel,  when  the  whole  civilized  world 
is  working  to  make  a  safe  way  for  democracy,  if 
I  should  stay  at  home  and  enjoy  the  safety  secured 
by  other  fellows.  Your  son  could  never  do  that. 
So  I  am  going  across  the  ocean  to  lend  my  strength 
to  put  down  tyranny  and  to  establish  a  world 
peace." 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Very  high-sounding  words, 
Mrs.  Loyal,  but  wait  until  he's  in  those  trenches. 
He'll  sing  a  different  song  then. 

Mrs.  Loyal.  No,  he  won't,  Mrs.  Slacker.  You 
don't  know  Arthur  Loyal.  He'll  be  faithful  through 
thick  and  thin.  His  grandfather  fought  for  the 
Union  at  the  battle  of  Antietam,  and  he'll  fight 
in  France  with  the  same  spirit.  You  don't  know 
how  proud  I  am  of  him.  You'll  never  understand 
the  feeling  until  your  own  boy  goes. 

Alphonso.   Nothing  doing! 

Mrs.  Slacker.  No  indeed!  Alphonso  is  not 
going  over  to  those  muddy  trenches  to  stand  up 
to  his  waist  in  water!  We  didn't  ask  President 
Wilson  to  go  to  war.   What  have  we  to  do  with  it? 

Mrs.  Loyal.  Don't  speak  that  way,  Mrs. 
Slacker.  You  do  not  understand.  President  Wil- 
son couldn't  go  to  war  unless  the  people  stood 

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THE  CONVERSION  OF  MRS.   SLACKER 

back  of  him.  And  they  do  stand  back  of  him — 
milHons  of  them,  because  they  know  it  is  a  just 
and  righteous  war. 

Mrs.  Slacker  [shrugging  her  shoulders].  Oh, 
well,  I  never  did  understand  politics! 

Mrs.  Loyal.  But  think  of  the  mothers  and  the 
little  children,  cruelly  driven  from  their  homes 
In  Belgium!  Must  we  not  get  their  homes  back 
again  for  them.'^ 

Mrs.  Slacker.  What  are  the  Belgians  to  me? 
Foreign  people  are  entirely  different  from  us.  They 
probably  do  not  care  where  they  live. 

Mrs.  Loyal  [earnestly].  Oh,  do  not  talk  that 
way,  Mrs.  Slacker!  Many  of  those  poor  people 
are  sick  and  starving. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Why  will  you  talk  of  such  un- 
pleasant things.^  It  makes  me  quite  ill.  Alphonso, 
please  get  me  my  smelling-salts. 

[Exit  Alphonso,  left.] 
Really,   Mrs.    Loyal,    I   wish   you   wouldn't   talk 
about   these  things   before  Alphonso.      I    am   so 
afraid  that  he  might  be  influenced.    He's  so  sen- 
sitive! 

[Enter  Alphonso  zvith  smelling-salts.] 
Thank  you,  Alphonso.  As  you  were  saying,  Mrs. 
Loyal,  it  is  unusually  cold  for  the  season.  I  in- 
sisted that  Alphonso  wear  his  rain-coat,  for  fear 
he  would  catch  cold. 

Mrs.  Loyal  [rising].     I  fear  I  must  be  going, 

[HI] 


PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Mrs.  Slacker.     I  must  finish  some  garments  for 
the  Red  Cross. 

Mrs.  Slacker  [rising].  Oh,  must  you  really  be 
going?  I'm  so  sorry.  Well,  good  morning.  I 
hope  that  your  son  will  not  contract  pneumonia 
or  anything  Hke  that.  It's  so  draughty  in  those 
camps. 

[Hurries  her  toward  door] 
Mrs.  Loyal.    Good  morning,  Mrs.  Slacker. 

[Exity  right.] 
Mrs.  Slacker.    How  tiresome  she  is!    Always 
talking  about  that  Arthur  of  hers.     You'd  think 
he  was  commander-in-chief  of  the  army! 

Alphonso  [rising  and  stretchifig].  I  think  I'll 
go  and  take  a  nap. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Yes,  do.  You  look  quite  pale 
after  your  walk,  and  you'll  need  a  rest  before 
going  to  the  theater  to-night. 

[Exit  Alphonso,  left.] 
Poor  boy.     Nearly  all  his  friends  are  away.     I 
must  think  of  some  way  to  amuse  him. 

[Enter    Martha,    right,    conducting 

Food    Conservation    Girl.    Exit 

Martha.] 

Food  Conservation  Girl.  Good  morning,  Mrs. 

Slacker.    Would  you  hke  to  become  a  member  of 

the  United  States  Food-saving  Army.^* 

Mrs.  Slacker.  I  don't  like  armies.  What's  it 
for? 

[112] 


THE  CONVERSION  OF  MRS.   SLACKER 

Food  Conservation  Girl.  You  just  have  to 
sign  this  card  saying  that  you  will,  as  far  as 
possible,  carry  out  the  suggestions  of  the  Food 
Administration  in  Washington. 

Mrs.  Slacker.   What  suggestions.? 

Food  Conservation  Girl.  Well,  you  will  be 
asked  to  have  one  meatless  day  a  week,  one 
wheatless  day — 

Mrs.  Slacker  [interrupting].  Oh,  you  want  me 
to  suit  my  meals  to  Mr.  Hoover's  taste,  do  you? 
Well,  I  just  won't  do  it.  My  husband  left  me  one 
hundred  thousand  dollars,  and  my  son  will  have 
another  hundred  thousand  when  he  is  twenty- 
one;  so  you  see  I  don't  need  to  deny  myself 
ordinary  food. 

Food  Conservation  Girl.  But  this  is  for  the 
purpose  of  saving  food  for  our  soldiers  at  the  front 
and  for  our  allies  who  have  borne  more  than  three 
years  of  this  terrible  war,  and  who  now  depend 
upon  us  for  food. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Well,  /  shall  eat  just  what  I 
please,  so  good  morning! 

Food  Conservation  Girl  [sadly].    Good  morn- 

mg! 

[Exity  right.] 
Mrs.  Slacker.     What  can  Martha  be  think- 
ing of  to  let  such  a  person  in?   Oh,  here's  another! 

[E7iter  Red  Cross  Girl.] 
Well,  what  do  you  want? 

[113] 


PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Red  Cross  Girl.  We  are  trying  to  get  two 
hundred  thousand  members  of  the  Red  Cross  for 
this  borough.  Will  you  join?  It's  only  a  dollar  a 
year. 

Mrs.  Slacker.    What  good  will  it  do  me? 

Red  Cross  Girl.  It  will  give  you  an  oppor- 
tunity to  send  help  across  the  sea  to  the  poor 
wounded  soldiers. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  What  did  they  go  over  there 
for? 

Red  Cross  Girl.  They  went  over  under  the 
Stars  and  Stripes  to  help  fight  in  the  army  of 
Hberty.  At  this  minute  many  may  be  lying 
wounded,  waiting  for  the  bandages  and  other  sup- 
pHes  which  the  Red  Cross  can  send  them. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Now  don't  talk  about  anything 
disagreeable!  I  am  very  sensitive.  Please  go  away. 
I  won't  join  anything! 

[Exit  Red  Cross  Girl,  sadly.] 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Dear  me,  I  wonder  what  makes 
me  feel  so  uneasy.  I  never  spent  such  a  disagree- 
able morning. 

[Enter  Young  Lady.] 

Young  Lady.   Good  morning! 

Mrs.  Slacker  [starting].   Oh!   How  do  you  do? 

Young  Lady.  Have  you  some  good  books  that 
you  no  longer  need? 

Mrs.  Slacker.  If  I  have,  they're  put  away. 
Why  do  you  ask? 

[114] 


THE  CONVERSION  OF  MRS.  SLACKER 

Young  Lady.   The  libraries  are  collecting  books 
for  the  soldiers'  hospitals. 

Mrs,  Slacker  [drazving  back].  What!  Have  you 
just  come  from  a  hospital? 

[Smells  salts.] 
Young  Lady  [hastily].   No,  no;  I  have  not  been 
there.    I  want  books  to  send  to  hospitals. 

Mrs.  Slacker.     Well,  I  can't  spend  my  time 
hunting  books.    Dear  me!    You  have  quite  upset 
me.    Please  go  away! 
Young  Lady.   Good  morning! 

[Exit.] 
Mrs.  Slacker.    I  wonder  if  she  had  come  from 
a  hospital!    You  can't  trust  these  canvassers. 

[Enter  Boy  Scout.] 
Boy  Scout  [politely].     Madam,  I  am  working 
for  the  new  Liberty  Loan. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  What!  You  want  to  borrow 
money — at  your  age? 

Boy  Scout.  Yes,  Madam,  I  want  to  borrow 
money  for  Uncle  Sam.  We  have  sent  a  large 
army  abroad,  and  we  must  see  that  our  boys  are 
supplied  with  all  they  need. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  My  boy  has  everything  that 
he  needs. 

Boy     Scout    [interested].      Is     your     boy     in 

France? 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Certainly  not!  He's  in  the  other 

room,  taking  a  nap. 
9  [115] 


PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

Boy  Scout.  But  don't  you  know  that  other 
American  boys  have  gone  to  Europe,  and  that 
we  must  send  food,  clothing,  and  ammunition  for 
them? 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Food  and  clothing  they  could 
have  taken  in  their  trunks.  As  for  ammunition, 
I  consider  it  dangerous. 

Boy  Scout.  But,  Madam,  the  enemy  may  even 
now  be  attacking  our  regiments. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Oh!  Oh!  [Uses  salts. \  I  know 
I  shall  be  ill!    Go  away  at  once. 

{Exit  Boy  Scout  in  despair.] 
Mrs.  Slacker  [smelling  salts].    Why  should  a 
quiet,  refined  lady  be  annoyed  by  such  demands? 

[Enter  Alphonso.] 
Alphonso.    I  couldn't  get  a  good  nap.    Some- 
how I  was  thinking  of  Arthur  Loyal's  letter.    He 
seems  glad  that  he  is  in  this  war. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Now,  Alphonso,  if  you  begin, 
I  shall  lose  all  patience! 

[Enter  Columbia,  disguised  in  a  long, 
dark  cape  with  a  dark  hood  over  her 
head.] 
Look!    Look!    Alphonso!    Who  Is  that? 

Columbia.    It  is  a  sad  mother,  Mrs.  Slacker. 
Mrs.  Slacker  [nervously].    Sit  down. 
[Alphonso  places  a  chair.] 
Columbia  [sitting].    Thank  you. 
Mrs.  Slacker.   What  is  the  matter? 

[ii6] 


THE  CONVERSION  OF  MRS.   SLACKER 

Columbia.  Alas!  two  of  my  children  have  de- 
serted me! 

Alphonso.    Deserted  you? 

Columbia.    Yes.    They  will  not  support  me. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Have  all  of  your  children  left 
you  r 

Columbia.  Oh  no,  many,  many  of  my  children 
come  to  my  support.  But  I  have  a  great  work  to 
do,  and  there  are  some  children  who  will  not  help 
me. 

Mrs.  Slacker.  That  is  outrageous!  Who  are 
you? 

Columbia  [throwing  off  her  cloak].  Do  you  not 
know  me,  Mrs.  Slacker? 

Mrs.  Slacker  [m  great  surprise  and  awe].  Yes, 
I  know  you.    You  are — 

Alphonso.    She  is  Columbia! 

Columbia.  Yes,  I  am  Columbia,  and  you  are 
my  children.  Listen  to  me.  Long  ago  my  children 
came  across  the  great  Atlantic  to  seek  a  home  far 
from  the  power  of  the  oppressor.  Here  I  cared 
for  them  and  guided  them.  Then  the  oppressor 
stretched  his  hand  across  the  sea  and  tried  to 
crush  them  with  his  mailed  fist.  Seven  long  years 
I  fought  for  them,  until  at  last  they  were  free  and 
independent. 

As  the  years  went  by  I  was  still  their  defender. 
When  the  Barbary  pirates  would  demand  tribute, 
I  put  down  that  base  enemy.    When  foreign  na- 


PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

tlons  would  take  their  seamen  and  their  trade,  I 
made  the  ocean  safe  for  my  sons.  Again,  when 
some  of  my  dear  children  were  held  in  bondage 
by  their  brothers,  I  strove  through  dreadful  suffer- 
ing to  restore  to  them  their  freedom  and  to  make 
my  family  strong  and  united.  From  that  struggle 
I  rose  radiant  and  consecrated,  ready  ever  to  de- 
fend the  cause  of  true  democracy.  When  my  weak 
neighbor,  Cuba,  suffered  under  the  yoke  of  an  op- 
pressor, I  sent  my  children  to  set  her  free  and  to 
drive  the  hand  of  tyranny  from  this  hemisphere. 

But  my  work  is  not  yet  finished.  While  one  voice 
calls  for  deliverance  from  the  heavy  hand  of  the 
tyrant,  Columbia  cannot  remain  passive.  Across 
the  ocean,  democracy  Is  again  threatened.  I  know 
that  I  still  have  youth  and  strength  and  that  my 
sons  are  loyal  and  true.  So  I  am  sending  them 
over  there  to  fight  in  the  ranks  of  civilization  for 
the  freedom  of  mankind. 

Millions  of  my  children  are  with  me  in  this  great 
work,  tolling,  striving,  suffering.  How  thankful  I 
am  for  their  loyalty!  But  I  cannot  be  perfectly 
happy  while  even  two  of  my  children  are  cold  and 
indifferent.  [Appealing  to  Mrs.  Slacker  a^id 
Alphonso.]  Dear  children,  will  you  not  help  me 
by  your  sympathy  at  least  .^  Will  you  not  try 
to  understand  what  I  am  doing?  Will  you  not 
even  lend  a  hand  in  this  cause? 

Alphonso  [breaking  away  Jrom  his  mother].  Yes, 

[118] 


THE  CONVERSION  OF  MRS.   SLACKER 

yes,  Columbia!  I  have  been  a  wretched  coward! 
I  will  join  you.    I  will  fight  for  liberty! 

Mrs.  Slacker  [:cri7igi7ig  her  hands].  Oh,  what 
can  I  say.^  What  can  I  say?  Is  it  really  true  that 
I  have  been  disloyal  to  Columbia — to  the  United 
States.'*    Why  did  no  one  explain  it  to  me.^ 

Columbia.    May  I  have  your  son? 

Mrs.  Slacker.  Yes,  yes!  He  is  my  dearest 
possession,  but  you  may  have  him,  and  I  will  do 
all  that  I  can  for  you.    Indeed,  indeed  I  will! 

Columbia.  Then  come,  my  children.  Hand  in 
hand  we  will  work  till  this  great  task  is  finished. 
Then  together  we  will  comfort  the  bereaved  and 
care  for  the  helpless,  looking  for  that  great  day 
v^^hen  "sin  shall  be  no  more." 


[Curtain.] 


VI 

HARDSHIPS    AT    VALLEY    FORGE 

A   PATRIOTIC  PLAY 

{Suitable  for  any  occasion  when  a  patriotic  appeal 
is  to  he  made;  or  may  he  used  merely  as  a 
scene  in  the  life  of  Washington) 


CHARACTERS  AND  COSTUMES 

Nicholas  Van  Brunt,  \  _         ,  ^      .         ,       .. 

.          •     1       TT  11       T-  /  Ra^s'fd  Loniuxental  uniforms;  zvorn 

A  sentinel  at  Valley  rorge    (  "'/'  ,r.  ,   ,               . 

,T,            %*•  /  shoes.     Nicholas    carries    a    gun. 

WuTER  Martens,  I  „^        ,         ,      ,           , .   , 

.  <-.      •          111-  I  Ir  uter  has  a  bandage  on  his  leg. 

A  Continental  soldier  /  o                 & 

General  Washington. — Officer's   uniform;   ivears   a  cape.     {Copy 

pictures  in  histories.) 
Washington's  Orderly. — Continental  uniform. 


VALLEY  FORGE 
(Speech  preceding  play) 

During  the  winter  of  1777  the  American  army 
under  General  Washington  was  encamped  at 
Valley  Forge,  about  twenty  miles  from  Philadel-  • 
phia.  It  was  a  strong  Tory  country,  and  the 
inhabitants  made  little  attempt  to  help  the  army. 
Neither  government  nor  people  was  to  be  depended 
upon.  Food  and  clothing  were  very  scarce  and  the 
condition  of  the  soldiers  was  pitiable. 

We  shall  show  by  a  little  play  something  of  the 
sufferings  of  that  dreadful  winter  at  Valley  Forge. 
Imagine  a  bleak,  snow-clad  valley  on  a  cold  winter 
night.  The  wind  is  whistling  through  the  trees, 
and  the  snow  is  falling.  A  sentinel  paces  up  and 
down. 


HARDSHIPS  AT  VALLEY  FORGE 

A  Patriotic  Play 

Scene. — A  road  in  Valley  Forge ,  winter  of  1777. 
Nicholas,  a  setitinel,  paces  up  and  down.    He 
stops,   right,   and  blows   on   his   hands   to   get 
warm.     Then  starts  to  march   again.     Enter, 
center,  Wuter  Martens,  ragged,  and  limping 
with  difficulty.     His  leg  is  bleeding  from  a  long 
gash.\ 
Nicholas  {stopping,  with  gun  in  position].  Halt! 
[Wuter  halts  and  with  difficulty  draws 
himself  up  to  attention.] 
Nicholas.   Password! 
Wuter  [weakly].    Banner! 
Nicholas.    Right!  Your  business? 
Wuter.     I've  a  message  for  the  General;  but 
he's  not  at  headquarters.    I  was  directed  here. 

Nicholas.     He  was  here  a  short  time  since. 
You'll  see  him  here  again  if  you've  a  mind  to  wait. 
Wuter.  I've  a  mind  to,  indeed,  for  my  leg  pains 
me  mortal  bad. 
Nicholas.    What  ails  it? 

[125I 


PLAYS  AND  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

WuTER.  I  fell  on  a  rock,  half  a  mile  back.  My 
leg  was  wounded  at  the  Battle  of  Long  Island 
and  I've  never  rightly  managed  it  since. 

[He  sulks  down  wearily.] 

Nicholas  [shivering.    It's  a  cold  night,  mate! 

WuTER.  All  the  nights  are  cold  in  this  part  of 
the  country,  I'm  thinkin'. 

Nicholas.  You're  from  New  York,  by  your 
speech. 

WuTER.  Aye,  that  I  am..  My  home's  a  few 
miles  beyond  the  little  village  of  Bedford  Corners 
on  Long  Island.^ 

Nicholas.  I  know  that  country.  What  road 
are  you  on? 

WuTER.  The  Old  Clove  Road^  they  call  it,  on 
the  way  out  toward  Canarsie  and  the  shore. 
Where  are  you  from,  mate? 

Nicholas.  I  live  in  old  Greenwich  Village  when 
I'm  home.    I'm  not  so  far  from  you. 

WuTER.  Right,  mate.  I  know  the  village  well. 
I  have  visited  it  some  when  I  crossed  the  East 
River. 

Nicholas  [musing  sadly].  The  folks  at  home 
v/ould  be  sitting  by  the  fire  to-night. 

WuTER.  Aye,  and  eating  a  good  meal,  I'll  ven- 
ture, while  we're  nigh  to  starvin'. 

Nicholas.       Somethin'    wrong,    I'm    thinkin'. 


1  Mention  a  local  place. 

[126] 


HARDSHIPS  AT  VALLEY  FORGE 

There's  food  enough  in  the  hind,  but  none  for  the 
poor  soldiers. 

WuTER.  No,  nor  clothing,  either,  nor  blankets. 
What  can  the  folks  be  thinkin'  of?  Can  an  army 
fight  on  empty  stomachs?  It's  enough  to  make  a 
man  lose  faith  in  the  cause. 

Nicholas.  That  it  is!  But  Til  stick  by  General 
Washington  through  thick  and  thin! 

WuTER.  That's  what's  keepin'  me  true  to  my 
duty.  I  says  to  myself,  ''Wuter,  if  that  big  Vir- 
ginia planter  can  hold  up  his  head  and  keep  his 
heart,  a  poor  little  Long  Island  chap  ought  to  do 
the  same."    That's  what  I  says. 

Nicholas,  [straightening  up].    The  General! 

[WuTER  crawls  painfully  to  his  feet 
and  stands  at  atte?ition.] 
[Enter,  left.  General  Washington, 
followed  by  Orderly.] 
Nicholas.     Halt!    [Washington  halts.]    Pass- 
word! 

Washington.   Banner! 

Nicholas.  Right!  [Salutes.]  General  Wash- 
ington, a  soldier  with  a  message,  sir. 

[Resumes   his   march   up   and  dozvn. 
WuTER    steps  forward    and   salutes , 
handing  paper.] 
Washington  [zvalking,  left,  and  reading].    "  Gen- 
eral   Washington.      Greeting.      It    is    with    great 
difficulty  that  I  get  my  men  to  attend  to  regular 

I  1-7) 


PLAYS  AiVD  PAGEANTS  OF  DEMOCRACY 

camp  duties.  They  have  now  been  a  week  with- 
out flesh  of  any  kind,  and  the  grain  is  giving 
out.  I  am,  sir,  your  obedient  servant,  John 
Stuart,  Captain." 

[Speaking].    How  old  are  you,  my  lad? 

WuTER.     Seventeen,  sir. 

Washington.  Are  you  keeping  warm  in  your 
company  ^ 

WuTER  [saluti7ig].  Nay,  General,  we  have  but 
two  blankets  in  the  company,  and  none  of  us  has 
a  whole  pair  of  shoes. 

Washington.  Alas!  my  man,  your  General  feels 
for  you.    You  are  shivering,  too. 

WuTER  [sinking  down  zveakly].  Forgive  me, 
General. 

Washington.    Here,  take  my  cape. 
[He  takes  off  his  cape.] 

WuTER  [weakly].    Nay,  General! 

Washington.  Your  General  orders  it.  You 
must  obey.    [To  Orderly].    Fasten  it  about  him. 

[Orderly  stoops  to  cover  Wuter. 
Washington  walks,  left,  musing,] 
These  noble  men!  What  hardships  they  endure. 
If  only  the  people  could  realize  how  much  they 
suffer,  perhaps  those  comfortable  farmers  and 
townspeople  would  send  aid.  May  God  put  it 
into  their  hearts  to  support  the  army  of  lib- 
erty! [Turning  to  Wuter].  Let  me  help  you, 
my  man. 

[128] 


HARDSHIPS  AT  VALLEY  FORGE 

[Exeunt  Washington  afid  Orderly, 

lefty  assisting  Wuter.] 
Nicholas.    He's  a  noble  general,  a  noble  man. 
Oh,  if  only  the  people  knew  enough  to  stand  by 
so  good  a  general! 

[Paces  up  and  down,  and  then  exit, 

right,  or  curtain  descends.] 


SPEECH  AFTER  THE  PLAY 

Such  were  the  conditions  at  Valley  Forge  in 
1777.  The  sickly  soldier  whom  you  saw  came  from 
Old  Clove  Road,  which  is  now  Nostrand  Avenue. 
In  Europe  now  there  have  been  many  soldiers 
from  the  vicinity  of  Nostrand  Avenue,  Brooklyn.^ 

General  Washington  had  a  few  thousand  soldiers 
under  his  care;  General  Pershing  has  cared  for  mill- 
ions. The  winter  of  1777  was  a  bad  one;  the  winter 
of  1919  may  be  even  harder.  Some  of  our  boys 
will  be  in  the  Rhine  Valley,  surrounded  by  a  hos- 
tile population.  Some  will  be  in  Russia,  where 
the  winters  are  always  severe. 

Shall  we  allow  these  American  boys  to  experi- 
ence sufferings  like  those  at  Valley  Forge?  No, 
friends,  we  cannot  do  that.  Our  boys  must  have 
food,  clothing,  shelter,  ammunition,  and  trans- 
portation. They  must  have  all  the  comforts  that 
it  is  possible  to  supply.  Wherever  our  boys  go 
our  dollars  must  follow  them. 

After  all,  what  is  the  use  of  our  dollars  without 
our  boys?     Will  you  help? 

Subscribe  to  the Liberty  Loan! 

Buy  War  Savings  Stamps! 
Help  the  Red  Cross! 

^  Mention  a  local  place. 

Note. — The  last  paragraph  is  to  be  selected  according  to  the  oc- 
casion. A  different  speech  may  be  given  for  an  entirely  different 
occasion.     The  entire  closing  speech  may  be  omitted  if  not  needed. 


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